<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:45:45.295+08:00</updated><category term='netball'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='camp'/><title type='text'>Listen to the Rythm</title><subtitle type='html'>of my emotions...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-2058805053617114673</id><published>2011-12-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:13:15.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's going to be New Year 2012!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everybody!!! I know it's kind of late but at least I said it right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, new year's is just around the corner and I have been super busy with everything. Open house here and there. Visiting friends. Catching up with old friends and having reunions. Haih. I am so busy these days. I am just saying this in advance... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sit for SPM next year!!! OMG!!!! I am so old!!! STRESSS!!!!! I did not even touch my books this holidays. 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mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0cm; mso-para-margin-right:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults v:ext="edit" spidmax="1027"/&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout v:ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap v:ext="edit" data="1"/&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Every year I don’t know why I look forward to the camp although this is my 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year already. It just keeps me wanting more and hungry for more action. The camp just refreshes me every year and it gives me a break after a long and tiring year. No matter how tiring the activities are, I feel refreshed after that. Maybe only I feel like that while other people become dead tired after that. The camp keeps me craving for more each year. It is seriously addictive!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;The &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;first day&lt;/b&gt; of camp it kills. I have to wake up at 5am because I have to be at National Museum at 7am. I get to meet all my friends that I only get to meet once a year. The camp is like a reunion for all the ex-participants. Getting to meet them is almost impossible except during camp and I am dying to meet some of them that are really close to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Then the buses leave at 8.30 to Perak. It takes about 3 hours to reach the camp site. I’m in the bus with half of them being strangers to me. The reason why I know the rest of the people is because I know them from previous camps. I only don’t know those new ones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We reached the campsite and took group photo. All the ex-participants were making stupid jokes and the new ones were staring at us with blank face. I think they must be thinking that we all are crazy and noisy people. I still remember the first time I went for camp I was also thinking the same thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Next were ice breakers. We just play the usual ice breaking games. I was so sad that I wasn’t in the same group with any of them that I am close with but its ok lah. At least I have one of the guys in my group. His name is Teng Hoong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After that was the time to pick the group leader. I asked everyone to vote against me because I’m tired of being a leader again. In the end, I was voted as assistant leader and I was like “I don’t want to be already lah”. Then Edmund and Wei Zheng said, “Aiyah, never mind lah. Last year you leader this year become assistant lah. Make sure you get Best Participant again ah”. I was like “No lah. This year cannot be Best Participant already leh”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;My group members were damn annoying especially those new people. Either they talk too much or they don’t talk at all. Some of them don’t even participate in discussions. I feel like slapping them and pulling their hair out because we all were struggling to make an awesome Warcry and they can just give the blank face. The flag making also the same story. They just don’t want to give any ideas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Then it was dinner time. We can’t eat with whoever we like anymore because we have to sit in groups. So the group members have to wait for all 34 group members before they can eat. You will see 4 different groups of people start to eat at different times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;I can’t remember what we did at night. If I am not mistaken, we didn’t do anything and the instructors told us to go back to the dorm because it was quite late already. As usual, first day of camp is quite relaxed lah. So we all went back to the dorm and went to mandi and clean up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;In my dorm there were 23 people. The huge problem is there were only 4 showers! I could not tahan waiting for so long so I just went and bathe in the toilet with the hose. All the newbies look at me like some kind of weirdo. The looks on their faces were damn hilarious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;By the time I finish bathing it was almost 9. The water was so super cold and it is because the campsite is located at the hill with hutan surrounding it. From 9pm until 10.30 I was talking to some of my dorm mates and some of them from another dorm. We were laughing like crazy people. I really kesian those that were already sleeping. Obviously, making new friends was part of the process while we were talking and laughing. I even got a new name form one of them. We were all laughing and telling jokes like nobody’s business. I didn’t even know some of their names. Everyone in my dorm already knew my name because I was the dorm leader. This girl from the other dorm came over and was talking to us. Then suddenly she called me Esther. So that is my new name from her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;At 10.30 sharp the instructor came and asked us to go and sleep. So we all went back to our beds. When the instructor left, I was talking to my best friend, Cai Ping who was sleeping next to me. We had so many things to talk about because we only see each other once a year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;I woke up on the &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;second day &lt;/b&gt;at 6. Some random girl woke me up. We were only supposed to wake up at 6.30. Got some of the crazy girls that wake up at 5.30!! Ok so I wore short pants and shirt.&amp;nbsp; Oh ya, when I wanted to wear my shoes, there was a frog in my shoe! A FROG! IN MY NIKE SHOE! DAMN IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We had morning exercise at 7am. Then it was breakfast. We were split into three different age groups. My group was doing flying fox that morning. Since I have already done it so many times, it’s like nothing to me. Normally the instructors will do everything for you but those of us that have been in the camp for so long they let us do it by ourselves. Even the instructors tease me that if I hook wrongly and I die they don’t care. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After lunch we had Obstacle Course. I always love obstacle course for some reason. I never like Monkey Bar. The one at Eagle Ranch doesn’t have water below but this one has. So obviously I got wet. The best obstacle was the 10 feet wall. All the girls don’t dare to do it because they are so super scared that they guys will laugh at them. They won’t do it unless I am there helping and pushing them to get up. Seriously what difference does it make?? Sometimes I just can’t understand them. So I was the last girl to get up the wall and that happens every time I do that obstacle. The guys helped the other girls at the obstacles but when come to me they don’t care. They keep saying “Aiyah Sue Yi can do one lah. No need to help lah”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After finishing obstacle course, we played football in the muddy field. They all damn sexist man. The guys play first and then the girls all sit there and do nothing. They played for quite long and then the instructor said that it was the girls turn to play. Finally!! When we played all the ‘siew jie’ girls all stand there and do nothing. Like a block of wood only lah. A few instructors also joined us when we were playing. One of them shouted “Hold Sue Yi. Don’t let her go. You hold her then ok already. We sure win if we hold her” Sure enough, they hold me and don’t let me go!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Once again, I mandi in the toilet using the hose and I seriously could not tahan the queue at the showers because I was so muddy. After dinner we did a motivational thing. It was quite useful but boring lah. We went back to the dorm and talk and talk again. Of course got people who sleep early but we all just continue laughing. I really feel sorry for them but don’t care lah. I think at that time they really feel like slapping me already. Haha. As usual I go to bed the latest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;The whole dorm woke up later on the &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;third day &lt;/b&gt;after being told off by the instructor that we wake up too early. My group reached morning exercise the last and I was scolded by my leader. Haha. I said I can’t do anything because I have to do headcount of the whole dorm before we can leave. In the girls’ dorm, it is 2 groups in one dorm but for the boys in 1 group per dorm. When I went to put on my shoe, there was a frog in my shoe. Again. I guess my shoe became the frog’s permanent home. Ewww. I wonder if the frog peed there. Disgusting but I wore my shoe anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After breakfast, we went jungle trekking. Everybody so scared of leaches and wore long pants. Mostly only my gang wear short pants. All the girls wore long except me. The guys got quite a few that wore shorts. You could smell the amount of insect repellent used because everyone was so scared of being bitten by insects and leaches. To be honest, I used quite a lot too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We trekked the jungle, crossed rivers and continued doing that for about 2 hours. Those that wear long pants realized that wearing short pants is way better because long pants become heavy after crossing the river. Of course lah those that have been in the camp for so long know better. We smart already mah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;The girls seriously damn Amoi lah. Little bit scratches cannot tahan and make such a big fuss about it. Got insects also screaming and shouting. They see leach also scream like they see ghost. I seriously cannot tahan them that time leh. Sometimes I feel like laughing because their reaction was so funny. The place that is a bit steep and muddy also they complain and need help. All the guys seriously got mental problem lah. When they see other girls, the hand already out ready to help them. Especially when they see Aileen everyone swarming to help her. Wah!!! When come to me can go and tease me some more. Vignesh said “Sue Yi you can do yourself right? This one no need to help lah very easy for you already. If you fall down I don’t know what to say lah”. Actually I don’t need help also can lah. The trek was so easy and the girls act like it’s so damn hard. Then I ask the guys “You ah, other girls all swarming to help them. When come to me the hand all keep inside the pocket already is it?” You know what is their reply? “Eh Sue Yi you where got girl lah? You hero what. Everything also can do mah. You close eye also can do lah. You can go change become guy also nobody know lah” I was like WHAT???????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We reach one place where it was seriously very steep. It was basically a small opening like a cave with water gushing out. Then Teng Hoong said, “Eh Sue Yi this time don’t try to be hero ah. You need my help one” Shaun said “Ya lah Sue Yi. Only for one second you be a girl lah” Sometimes I feel like punching them but sometimes they make me laugh like shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Halfway trekking, we stop by at the river and play with water.&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The minute I go inside the water everyone splash me like they never see me wet before. The water was freezing cold and they splash me so all I do is just wait for them to stop splashing me. Eesh they all really like to bully me lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We continue the trek back after the break at the river. After that we went back to the campsite and played tug of war. My group won. Yeah!!!&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After that we played surface slide. That was super FUN!!! Basically it was a big huge banner on the ground. On the banner got soap and water to make it slippery so that we can slide on. At the end of the ‘slide’ there were bottles that we had to knock down without using our hands. Try guessing what we were supposed to do. Yeap!! We run, run, run, take off and SLIDE!!!!!! Wheeeeee!!! Super fun!!!!! It was worth getting soapy and wet.&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The worst part was there wasn’t enough water to clean up after we went through the slide. So we ended up going back to our dorms with soap all over our body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;As usual, lunch then it’s the next activity. Next activity was slightly different and I have never done it before. It was the Wild WOW Race. It’s something like Amazing Race. It was super fun. There are 10 stations for you to complete. All the participants are flagged off at the same time. We can start from any station we want to and end at any station. Some stations need you to do it in pairs, some need three people and others you can do yourself. I was going around with Cai Ping. I had so much fun doing the race and lots of memories NEVER to forget!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;My dad flagged everyone off. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!!!! RUN!!!!!! The first station the both of us went to was Finding Nemo. We had to find sweets in a basin of flour mix with water mix with oats. Messy!! Both of us got our passports stamped and ran to the next station. Both of us were running like mad people. After that we went to Obstacle Apek. That one is super easy to do. We had to fill plastic bags with water and we have to carry it with one had each while doing the swinging boards. Simple and fast to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After that we went to the Mystery Dish station. That was also very easy. There were about 10 plates that were covered. Out of those 10 plates, we have to choose 2 of it and eat it. I had celery and onion. Makan makan then after that get the chop and run like mad dog again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We had to walk all the way up the road just to do the Slippery Coaster.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was quite a long way up but we had no choice but to do it. This station was the easiest of all and the most fun one. It is basically a long long long long long line of banners (something like the Surface Slide just that it is longer) that is on the road which is super horizontally steep. At the end was a pool of water. From the top, we go SLIDING and then WHOOSH at the bottom!!! Something like Sunway Lagoon rides.&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think I was the only one who made such a big splash at the end. Wei Zheng said, “Eh Sue Yi, this one is not Sunway Lagoon lah”. I saw Cai Ping doing it after me and she could not slide down. Even most of them could not slide down and had to push themselves. I was the total opposite; I want to stop myself from going too fast also so cannot. Haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;So I was all wet and we went to the 3-Legged Commando station at the muddy football field. Something like a 3-legged race but this one we have to crawl commando style. In case you were wondering what commando style is, it is getting on your stomach and crawl. Your whole body have to touch the ground and you crawl. I was tied to Cai Ping and we started. Eeww…muddy muddy &lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; I must admit that we cheated a bit. I lifted my body because I don’t want to get muddy. My dad realised and he sat on me. Haha. He said, “Go down lah, aiyoh!” I kept asking Cai Ping to hurry up and she kept saying that her pants is going to drop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Chong, my pants dropping!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Aiyoh, hurry up lah. Let it drop lah. Faster lah auntie little bit more only!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;That was certainly not easy to do. I ended up getting bruises on my elbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I complained to my dad, “Pa, why so muddy lah?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Good for you. Like that only then fun mah”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Aiyah we should have gone for this one first then only the Slippery Coaster lah!” Cai Ping said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;My dad said, “Ah you see. You all didn’t plan strategy properly. Haha”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After that we went and queued at Messi Bowling. The line was so long. We were supposed to either kick a football under a chair or throw a coconut to hit a bottle. Each person is given 8 minutes. I can tell you that it is not easy! The line was so long and we had to queue for so long. After debating whether we should stay and wait or go do something else, we decided to move off. On the way, we went down the Slippery Coaster again to clean up. I was going so fast that at the end I landed in the pool of water and flipped off the barrier and landed on the road. Ouch, my ass hurt!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We both went to the Padang Kawat where there were two stations; the Ping Pong Zoom and Jumble Jigsaw. Since we were so kiasu, each of us queued at either one of the stations. I was at the Jumble Jigsaw; Cai Ping was at the Ping Pong Zoom. In the end, Cai Ping was faster. The problem was, we need 3 people to do that station. I asked the people at the Padang Kawat that was queuing for the Jumble Jigsaw if they have done the Ping Pong Zoom. Unfortunately, I had no luck. Then suddenly, I saw my leader walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Ryan!!! You do this already or not? Come, come you got no partner right? Join us lah” I shouted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We had to use straws to transfer the ping pong ball from one point to another point. The first person has to walk up the chair and go down the chair with the ping pong ball. We cannot use our hands to hold the ping pong ball; only the straws can touch the ball. I was the first person so I started it. I passed the ball to Cai Ping and she had to walk a figure of eight around the chairs twice and she passed the ball to Ryan. Ryan had to do the exact same thing as me. At the end, there was a bowl of water. We had to make a ‘bridge’ with our straws so that the ball can travel from Ryan’s straw to the water. OMG!! It was so frustrating. It was so hard. When we finally did it, we shouted, “YEAH!!!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Once again, we were deciding which station to go next. We wanted to do the Jigsaw Jumble but there were too many people queuing up already. We decided to move to the Einstein Hunt. The queue there was also quite long but we don’t want to move around anymore because we made the conclusion that all the stations are the same. I asked Cai Ping to wait at the Einstein Hunt while I go and check which ever station is free and the queue is short. I was queuing at the Jumble Jigsaw while waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“CHONG!!!” I heard someone calling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;I ran to the Einstein Hunt station and it was almost our turn. Luckily Cai Ping could shout loud enough and I heard it if not I will be stuck at the other station. The first thing that we were asked was to do was unscramble the alphabets that is given and it would form an instructor’s name. It took us quite a while to do it. Next, was charades. Cai Ping was acting and I was guessing. I got the answer after a while. It was Spongebob Squarepants. Haha &lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; After that, we were supposed to do all the 4 teams’ Warcry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;“Blue will, Blue will rock you. Blue will, blue will ROCK YOU!&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Who are we? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;BLUE WHALE!!!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;BUMBLEBEE, make some noise. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Black and yellow. Black and yellow. Black and yellow. Black and yellow. Sting them baby. GO, GO, BUMBLEBEE!!!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Red bull, warcry! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;We got power, we got speed. We got everything we need. We are RED BULL. GO! GO! GO!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Green pythons show me your spirit! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Go Green Pythons. Go Green Pythons! GOOOOO GREEN PYHTONS!! Hissssss..”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After that&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;we were asked to sing a song and dance. That was seriously crazy. Both of us sang Bruno Mars, Just the Way You Are. Guess what dance we did. You won’t believe it. Both of us did ballroom dance. Haha. That was seriously crazy. After that we finally got our chops&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;WE ran back to the Jumble Jigsaw station. We had to wait for quite a while but it was better than waiting at other stations. Both of us completed the puzzle like it was a piece of cake and the others were struggling. The reason why we could do it so easily is because I already did it earlier. I did the exact same one earlier before the camp! Then Mark, one of the instructors was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;He said, “No chop! Must put it nicely. You see all senget one! If not perfect, no chop”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Where can like that one? “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“You all so old already should do better than all the younger ones lah. Faster do lah. Don’t complain”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Too much lah you, Mark”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“I like or you like? I am the instructor mah”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After we completed it, we ran to the Kayak Rescue station. We are supposed to have two people in a kayak and find coloured bottles depending on the colour group you are in. It had a long long queue. Halfway queuing, it started to rain. They had to stop the kayaking because it is dangerous to kayak in the rain. Cai Ping and I didn’t want to wait any longer so we went straight up to the Messi Bowling at the football field again. It was raining so heavily and we had to walk up the super steep road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After all our effort walking up, they gave us a free chop because it was raining. Luckily they were willing to give us free chop. After that, we went back down to the kayaking station. The instructor didn’t want to give us free chop.&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All the running back there for nothing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We went to the so called pitstop and I finished in 36&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; place. Not bad but could be better. Went back to the dorm and took a long and good mandi.&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I finally got to use the proper shower instead of the toilet hose! Wah so happy. The water was so super cold!! Everytime I take a bath, I always go like “Ok, brace yourself. It’s going to be cold” I was so cold and wet from the rain. I was practically drenched from head to toe. Even my beautiful Nike shoes that were not supposed to be wet was banjir-ed all because of the rain.&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After taking the best shower that I had in camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We all went to eat dinner and we were told to put on our shoes because everyone was wearing slippers. We didn’t expect to have any activity after dinner but I guess the instructors decided to torture us a bit more. I put on my super wet Nike shoes and the same pair of socks. The feeling was so wet! I don’t like wet shoes bit I had to bear with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We had to do an activity blindfolded. Only one person is able to see and he has to give the instructions to the whole line of people who are blindfolded. It was kind of fun but I have done it before so it is nothing much la. We were all making stupid jokes especially Vignesh. He was making jokes about Indians. I don’t know why he kept making jokes about Indians when he himself is an Indian. That guy made me laugh until my stomach hurt and I think the rest of them also laughed until we cannot laugh anymore. There was one time when we were supposed to do duck walk for quite a long time and he made some stupid comment about it. While duck walking, my legs hurt and Vignesh made my stomach hurt too. Luckily I didn’t drop if not we would have been like dominos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After that, we went back to our dorms. So we did what we always do best in the dorm. Talk. When it was lights off, we went to sleep lor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Day four &lt;/b&gt;I woke up at 6.15. I woke my other group mates up. This time there was no frog in my shoe because I didn’t wear that shoe for morning exercise. I wore my white Reebok shoe and my clothes were what I wore last night. We were told during breakfast that we were having Up River Wading. It wasn’t in our timetable so we were caught by surprise. I went back to the dorm to change to my clothes. My pants was still wet but I didn’t care because it was going to be wet anyway. I wore my rubber shoes and wet sock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Up river wading was so much fun!! We actually walked against the flow of the river. The water was so cold and refreshing at the same time. When we started, I was walking quite in front. Not long after that, I was helping everyone else together with two other guys. After helping everyone else, the three of us were last. I let the other two guys walk first because they wanted to go in front. After a while, I got frustrated because the fellas in front of me were walking so slowly. So I cut them and I think I cut a lot of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Eh Sue Yi, why you suddenly so fast leh?” Shaun said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Cannot is it?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Eh yalor, I thought just now you were behind now you come here already leh” said Teng Hoong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“You all don’t know is it? She hero mah. Everything also can do lah. We all struggling to walk and she’s like spiderman on the rocks acting like got no water only” Vignesh said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Eh blackie, you also not bad mah. No need other people’s help” I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Ya lah I am not a girl that like to scream here, scream there. Arrghh. Got leach. Got water. Aiyoh so hard to do lah this thing. Crazy ah they all scream for no reason”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Oi Vicky, you think you so hero is it? Sooner or later you will be asking Sue Yi for help lah” Shaun said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“You also same lah, sheep!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;“Eh you all ah, same thing only lah. We all pro people no need others to help lah” I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After a while, we all took a break. We did a headcount and realised that someone was missing. After a while those that have been in the camp for a long time realised that it was fake. The name of the game was Don’t Lay Blame. So obviously it was fake. Those that knew kept it to ourselves and act like we didn’t know anything. Those that didn’t know anything were so panic and were wondering what happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Other than that thing, up river wading was awesome because I have never done it before. It was a totally different experience for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We went back to the dorm to clean up and bathe. After lunch we were forced to sit through some lame magic show and the weather was so hot. I was sitting next to Aileen and she slept on my shoulder. Aiyoh I felt like sleeping also. My eyes were slowly closing but I didn’t sleep. After sitting there for what seemed like forever, finally it was done. We were then assigned to our respective classrooms to prepare for our talentime. We only had two hours to prepare a sketch which has 7 characters inside the sketch. Other than that, we there is a bonus character that we have to put in. The starting is given and the ending of it is given. We have to make the sketch last for 15 minutes. I can tell you that it is no easy task. I was in charge of writing the script and that was the most stressful 2 hours I have ever gone through. All the brainstorming and logical thinking and how to make the sketch funny and interesting was super hard. My leader scolded me for not doing it earlier. Haha I think this year I always kena scolded by my leader because I didn’t do what he wants. I guess I was like that also last year. I think last year I always scold my assistant so now I kena back. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;It was so stressful! The other groups were done practicing their sketch but my group didn’t even get to practice. We just practiced scene by scene. So I was counting on my lucky stars to make it work. All the other groups seemed so confident after they practice while my group did not even run through the whole sketch. Even I myself didn’t know the story eventhough I was writing the script. The thing is, I was seriously cool about it. Ryan was freaking out more than me. I did not even care if we screwed it because I was confident that we won’t screw it so badly. Even if we did, we will not be the worst group. Somehow, I had that feeling that came over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;I didn’t go back to bathe after that but I was rewriting the script because it was barely readable. You know how my handwriting is when I want to write things fast. So I had to write it again because the earlier one was just ‘lines and mountains’. It cost me a lot of time until I didn’t have time to bathe but I didn’t care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After dinner, talentime started. Red group went first. Followed by Yellow, then Blue. My group was the last to perform. I seriously did not understand what the other groups were trying to tell. When it was our turn, I don’t think the other groups understood our story as well. This year talentime was a mess compared to other years. Talentime aside, now was the time for the peak of the camp and what everyone has been waiting for. *Drum rolls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;DISCO!!!! LET’S PARTY!!!!!! Enough said about it. I will just leave it to your imagination to imagine what crazy things we were doing there. We partied from 11pm until 1am. No details for this part. Sorry. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After the music died at 1am, a few of us gathered around and started talking stuff. Something like a ‘yum cha’ session. Without us knowing, it was already 2am and then the instructors came and shoo us away.&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So we all went back to the dorm all sweaty and tired but still feeling very hyper. At the dorm, I talked some more with my dorm mates. Not long after that, the instructor came and asked us to off the lights and go to sleep. After that, I was still talking to Cai Ping until about 3am and I knocked off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Woke up on the &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;last day&lt;/b&gt; at 6.30am and I had to drag myself out of bed. I almost fell down on the way walking to the toilet because I was too sleepy. During morning exercise, everyone was so sleepy and only half awake. This time I wore the same shorts as last night but different shirt because my shirt was still sweaty. We had cross country I think about 2.8km according to my mum and I took 30 minutes to complete it. Haha. It’s because I was walking and talking all the way. I didn’t even break a sweat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After breakfast, we all went back to the dorm to pack our stuff. Ah time pass so fast. Every year, I always wish for the camp to be longer. You think 5 days is long enough but when you come for the camp, 5 days only seem like 1 day. We exchanged our contacts and talked some more. We all went back to the hall and left our bags there. When we were there, we exchanged contact some more and talked even more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Then came the closing ceremony. Yellow group got first place. My group was second. Red third and blue was last. It was kind of a surprise for me because I thought that my group was going to be last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;After that we ate our last lunch together and talked and laughed even more. After lunch, we boarded the bus and headed to the museum. In the bus, more talking was going on and before I knew it, we already reached the museum. Time to go back and say goodbye :’( I almost cried because this is the last year for Shaun, Edmund and Cai Ping. That means they won’t be coming for camp next year. We took tons of pictures and lots of hugging. We forged lots of promises that we will still each other and lepak together. Promises that we will still be coming for camp next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I can’t wait for camp next year!!! After two weeks, I still miss camp and most importantly, the people and the friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4476158810291432204?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4476158810291432204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/12/opyhc-2011awesome-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4476158810291432204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4476158810291432204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/12/opyhc-2011awesome-d.html' title='OPYHC 2011=AWESOME!!! :D'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-2204990893765751316</id><published>2011-11-27T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:15:16.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>It's almost the end of school. One more week to go. I don't know whether to shout for joy or to cry tears of sorrow. Many people think that it is the start of freedom because there is no need to go to school until next year, but I look at it differently. Well, yeah school holidays mean no studying, no nagging of teachers, no homework, no stress. It also means that I don't get to see my friends. At the same time, it is a time to see my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a boarding school has denied me from seeing my old friends when I'm in school. The only way I get to communicate with them is through facebook and that sucks. I don't get to see them face to face but I have learned to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing about KTJ is that there are so many students from so many different parts of the world. That is another problem when holiday comes. I don't get to meet them during the holidays. I don't get to go out and hang out with them like any other normal student. Hanging out for a day means weeks of planning before hand to make sure everyone is free and is able to make it to that place. Even if it is possible, many would prefer to spend time with their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTJ student's quest for excellence has always been the main reason why KTJ is well known. However, another problem also arises because of this. The number of competitions and tournaments a student goes is more than you can count using your fingers. There is always bound to have somebody going for a competition even in the holidays. That makes it even more difficult to plan an outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these setbacks, the amount of time we spend together in school is like almost everytime. We go to class together, eat together, sleep together, and play together. So I guess that makes up for hanging out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long or how short the holidays are, I will always miss the people at KTJ especially my friends. Without them, life would be so monotonous, especially my classmates. There is bound to be a drama in class every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, KTJ has become my 2nd home. Sometimes I wish that I could stay at KTJ forever so that I can escape from the cruel and big wide world out there. Say as much as you like about KTJ, it is still a paradise to live in. Everything is provided and all you have to do is go for classes and play sports. But, life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that I can see my friends (especially my best friend) everyday, that they can be with me forever. I know that it is impossible but it's all wishes. Wishes that I don't if it will come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-2204990893765751316?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2204990893765751316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2204990893765751316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2204990893765751316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-6481136013126650209</id><published>2011-11-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:20:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>It has been a seriously long time since I touched my blog. I didn't even have the time to look at it. I guess I 'm too busy to even care about blogging. Over the long period of time, loads of things have taken place and many memorable things have been etched in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I will remember forever is how my friends threw me a surprise birthday party. Ohh..the memories were just so sweet and I am really thankful for everyone who was there. I am really thankful that I have friends who care about me just as much as I care about them. As time passes by, the bonds between us have grown stronger and sometimes we become inseperable. You might say that 1 year is too short a time for someone to know another person and to form bonds that cannot be broken but for me, one year is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being in a new environment for around a year, I just cannot forget how I was during the first day of school. All my friends were strangers and I didn't know them. Even my best friend now was a stranger when I first step foot into the class. Many people doubt that my best friend and I can be so close within a short period of time. In fact, many people think that we have known each other for a very long time. Truth is, it has only been 11 months before when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this post might seem rather short and sketchy, I would like to dedicate it to my best friend, who has stuck with me through thick and thin. The one who knew my feelings and my thoughts. I will not reveal who it is. The person is up to you to guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for being there when I needed you most &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-6481136013126650209?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6481136013126650209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/11/friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6481136013126650209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6481136013126650209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/11/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-3921702269289339721</id><published>2011-05-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:47:31.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should housewives be paid?</title><content type='html'>Today we had a debate during English lesson. Ms Pillay was so enthusiastic about debating. The motion was this house believes that housewives should be paid. It was the girls against the boys. What say you? Should housewives be paid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pesonally feel that they should be paid for their job. It is a full time job and they sacrifice so much just to make the house look neat and tidy. They are also doing multiple jobs and super efficient at multi tasking. They take on the role of a mother, dirver, nurse, doctor and so many more just by being a housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say that this job is not a professional job, think about the foreign maids that are employed. We are willing to pay them a huge sum of money to the people who we don't even know and yet we don't pay housewives. I think that a housewife does more work than a maid at home. Another example are the cleaners. They get paid for cleaning toilets and yet housewives do not get paid. How is this so? It is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might say that all these are repaid by love but love is not enough. Money makes the world go round. Without it, the world will stop moving. In the 21st century, money is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrggghhhh. I do not know what I am rambling about but this was just to fill up my free time. I have no idea what to do while waiting for netball. Should housewives be paid? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish my mummy was paid for all she did for me. But all I can do at the moment to repay her is mak her happy and give lots of love and be a good daughter :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-3921702269289339721?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3921702269289339721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/05/should-housewives-be-paid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3921702269289339721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3921702269289339721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/05/should-housewives-be-paid.html' title='Should housewives be paid?'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-1247562747914335560</id><published>2011-05-17T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:17:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in the mind lab and I am freezing to death. What time does the dining hall close for lunch? Arrgh! I forgot all about the time. I need to go for lunch. Wait for me. Don't close yet. I need to makan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-1247562747914335560?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1247562747914335560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/05/lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1247562747914335560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1247562747914335560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/05/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-2062575164853364079</id><published>2011-04-18T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:33:26.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a term</title><content type='html'>I can't help to think how much the year has gone by and I seriously need to study!!!! OMG!!! I'm slacking. I know this doesn't sound right but it's already April for goodness sake! I didn't know time flies so fast. Of course with the help of some crazy classmates, you won't even feel like another day has passed. Laughing like nobody's business in class and making lame and silly jokes. My classmates never fail to cheer me up. It is impossible to have a bad day with these people around. Maybe I have not seen the other side but 4 months with these people is enough to be able to see something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is full of crazy people especially the one and only Privena and Sandra. Both crazy and fun people to be with. They make jokes like there is no tomorrow and I don't know how I am going to pass a day without boredom with them. Sandra is the best room mate I ever had :) Although she can be quite dreamy and annoying at times, I know that she will always be there for me when I need it. All she does is eat, sleep, play her iPhone, do her prep (which sometimes is not done), and sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The there's Pri. Crazy Pri. Never fails to make me laugh and just makes my day. All she does is laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh all day. Her favorite words are&amp;nbsp; "Damn depressed man", "stress la", "Like that la now" and tons more that I can't even remember. Man, she does have a lot of favorite words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, both of them make me laugh and cry while laughing and laugh until my stomach hurts. So guys, this post is for you who have been great friends ever since I stepped foot in KTJ and I just can't express how much you guys mean to me. I just want to say a big fat huge thank you :) Without you guys I think I will be a nerd head and all I do is study, study, study and study. So, yeah. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope we will stick together through thick and thin and become like the Powerpuff Girls :) Haha. Or maybe Charlie's Angels? Who knows, maybe one day we will be the fantastic three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-2062575164853364079?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2062575164853364079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/04/after-term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2062575164853364079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2062575164853364079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/04/after-term.html' title='After a term'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-39784115388210413</id><published>2011-02-19T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:32:09.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny song..</title><content type='html'>This song can really make you laugh for hours. Discovered it from a friend of mine. Enjoy!!! There is the original version and the instrumental version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yydlX7c8HbY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ncCCgofJzyY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coca cola :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-39784115388210413?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/39784115388210413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/02/funny-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/39784115388210413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/39784115388210413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/02/funny-song.html' title='Funny song..'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yydlX7c8HbY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-7991066656731177178</id><published>2011-01-20T18:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:40:53.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been a long time since I blogged. Oh my.. Long long time. When I looked at the last post I was like. Wow! That was a long time ago! Time really passes by so quickly. Too fast. As days go by, it seems like I'm catching time and not time catching me. Looks like I'm back into blogging. Or am I? I don't know. I don't know why I even dumped my blog for a moment. Not enough time maybe? I think it's pure laziness. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 3 months I have really been up to a lot of things. I don't think I can explain them in detail. However, no words could express just how happy I was for those 3 months. It's amazing how God can work in those 3 months when I thought nothing would really happen. When I thought that my life was going to be the same old thing, God had other plans in store for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting with OPYHC 2010. Well, what can I say? As always, it's fun and the experience that you can get is unforgettable. It is something that money can't buy. For that 5 days I was there and working my way around, I could really feel that something was pushing me from behind. Urging me to do something that I would not forget. Although it was my 4th year attending, the experience is different every year. Well, what can I say, I was 'elected'? to be the leader of my group and I have no idea why. Well, I guess that I am ready for this so I took on the challenge. I can't say no right? I had lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of experience. No. Wait. I had tons and tons and tons of experience. It was really hard but I guess nothing in this world is easy. What can I say? I had fun. Yes of course I did. Besides that, I really got to know great people. On top of all of those, I loved being a group leader :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYBx2xr-Tzk/TVoa5XCjwsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7r4AH8pJPhQ/s320/132918_498940039624_738529624_5566542_3434688_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573797061564023490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPKYKMO5fnc/TVoa6CqFdYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1SRp-ya5WXs/s320/133421_497939204624_738529624_5545003_481180_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573797073272534402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUzFBWn8rOk/TVoa57kBzlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/gZ444RDylnU/s320/132174_497971164624_738529624_5545724_2242582_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573797071368080978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing was I was voted to be the best participant in G3. I was so surprised to hear my name being called out. I was ecstatic. OMG. I still can't forget my feeling at that time. No words could describe how I felt. I was really really surprised that I was voted as best participant. The reality still hasn't sunk in after so long. Getting that award really boosted my confidence that nothing is too hard or impossible until you try. Before this, I was the background person. My face was no where to be seen. I still remember my first year joining the camp. I was really lost and I was so blur. I didn't do anything much to help and contribute. Back then, I thought tat the leader position and best participant was for all the people that were really good and those that menonjol. In my second year, I was not so blur and got quite a few friends that still stuck on to me until today. I don't think I will ever forget them. My third year was better. I got to be the assistant leader in my group and got a taste of what it was like to take on some of the pressure. It was then that I started aiming to be the best participant. I thought that I would never achieve that. I told myself that if I don't get at least one in all the years that I joined, I would be a total failure and I would be wasting my parents money to send me there. I set my target and i thought that it was impossible to achieve it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, nothing is impossible right? Like I said, I never expected to even be the leader. The night before the camp, I was thinking, if my target would be achieved. Everything just came so quickly. First I was nominated to be a leader. Then everything just fell into place. At first my group did hit a few rough patches. I thin because everyone of us were from different backgrounds and  did not know each other yet. I was glad that my group members gave me their full co-operation. I was glad that I had a great assistant that helped me out when I needed it most. Like I said, everything just fell into it's place. The next thing I knew, it was already the last day. As usual, I didn't want it to end. Before they gave out prizes for the best participant of each group, I didn't feel anything. Really. I had no feeling at all because I knew that I had no chance of getting it. Well, it seems that God had other plans for me. For the 5 days, he worked in me and made everything fall into place and boosted my confidence. My life really took a change. Before this, I was really quiet and very reserved. After getting the award, I felt confidence just surge through my veins. I guess this had something to do with who I am today. The person that you know now is very different than the person you see four years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NIT16gNpXs/TVoa5kptDyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/L5aHfgKwqRk/s320/134717_497948074624_738529624_5545283_3548813_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573797065217871650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Alright enough with that. The next best thing was probably getting into a different school. I am now in Kolej Tuanku Ja'afar. Everything is really different than in Subang Utama. The environment is really different. Even the people are different. I made lots of friends and they all had different backgrounds. Some were super nice, some were super annoying and you know. Yeah I think you get it. So far so good. It's been 2 months in this school and everything is going well. Hopefully everything goes well after this too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Yes, I do miss Subang Utama but I guess here is better? I don't know. Actually, I really miss SU and once in a while, I think about what I can do and who I will be in SU if I had not go to KTJ. Well, sacrifices have to be made in order to get something else. I really sacrificed a lot. My position in SU, seniority, all my friends, teachers, 3 Gamma and even playing netball for my district. I really miss the training sessions I had. At times it can be really hard and demanding but I really loved it. When I come to KTJ, I have to start all over from the bottom but it wasn't that easy I must say. All position gone and you are just a normal student. Yeah. That's how I feel. However, I think I'm settling in well. I guess I'll never know until later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Well, my class is just crazy. Crazy crazy people. We laugh like there is no tomorrow. We just keep laughing and laughing and can't shut up. Haha. We crack lots of jokes in class and sometimes it's really lame. Although there are just 16 of us, it's really noisy I must say except when teacher is teaching. The best thing is sometimes we crack jokes about what the teacher is saying and it will sort of become the joke of the day and it will be carried on to the next day or even the rest of the week. Crazy bunch of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books are calling. Toodles! Oh the past 3 months have been the best 3 months I ever had in my whole life. I don't think I will ever forget this 3 months. When I thought nothing would happen, my life took a turn and lots of things happened. So get ready for the impossible and never stop believing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never ever ever stop believing. God works wonders in your life. He is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if God was one of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-7991066656731177178?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7991066656731177178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-blogged.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7991066656731177178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7991066656731177178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-blogged.html' title='In 3 months'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYBx2xr-Tzk/TVoa5XCjwsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7r4AH8pJPhQ/s72-c/132918_498940039624_738529624_5566542_3434688_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-5067008254060600717</id><published>2010-11-05T13:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:03:39.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place I Wish I Could Stay Forever</title><content type='html'>A week has passed since my first holiday in a year. It's so nice to be on holiday again and de-stress and forget about life for a while. After getting back home, I feel so bored and basically there was nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535932791252387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOViwMJBaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QzQ9w_WiD3Y/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the place that I wish I could stay forever? *Drum rolls* Look carefully. What do you see in the picture? Obviously you see me and my sister. Other than me doing that monkey face, what else do you see? (Fences? Bench? Trees? Sand?) Yup. You are close. (Beach?) Correct. (But there are so many beaches in the world. Where are you?) Keep guessing. (I'm not playing your games anymore) Games? What games? Oh yes, games. *memories come flooding back. Ah. Feels so good*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535932797660745058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOVjIEAzWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bRlfOeGHRP4/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Med Cherating! Although the price burns a hole in your pocket even though your pocket is super deep, it is worth every penny you spend on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of it didn't start as well as I have planned. Before taking off for Cherating, I had to go to school to get some stuff done. I'm on holiday. Why should I even be in school right? Well, what has to be done has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute the car turned into Club Med, everything changed. It just felt so calm. We had to take the long and winding road although we could see the resort just beside us. We even had someone to welcome us when we reached the reception. When we were in the reception while waiting for dad to park the car, we had this super duper cold towel. Super refreshing. We were also served with some drink that I don't know what it is and water. Then we were given a welcome speech (Is that what it is called?) by Soey. Then off to our rooms for a well deserved rest. We had to walk all the way to L block from the reception. It was a long, long, long walk to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, there was some kind of show on (well, every night they have shows). The show was about some multicultural thing. I had a good laugh with the performances that the GO's put up. It was a job well done. After the show, there were stalls of different countries set up at the bar area. I only went to bed at 12 am. Now that's a first when I'm on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and realised it was my birthday. Yeah! Hooray! Went to play golf after breakfast. After golf, we went straight for archery. This was the first time I played archery. My hands were shaking while holding the bow. (Haha. So much for being a sports person). The bow wasn't heavy but it had something to do with the hand being straight and the other hand pulling the string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the weather did not permit us to do rock climbing. So what did I do? Went back to the room and watched TV. Me and my sister walked all the way to the bar area to see what activity they were having since rock climbing was canceled. They had this crazy game called Crazy Ping Pong. I can assure you it is really crazy. Imagine this. One line of girls and another line of guys each on the opposite side of the ping pong table. One line has 2 ping pong bats each. After one person has hit the ping pong ball, the bat has to be passed on to the next person. I was like what game is this? Anyway, I played and the girls lost. L So sad. No medal for us. Next I played darts. I suck at it so I obviously didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the other restaurant for dinner. (There are 2 restaurants in Club Med. One is the main restaurant that serves you in buffet style while the other one is by ala-carte and reservation has to be made.) We took a "train" to the restaurant since it was near the beach. We were served with great food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535932799952701634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOVjQmdSMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Y1a1O_-S_P4/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535932809605126610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOVj0jxmdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/315VZu4Fj34/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535932813310959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOVkCXUHoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3iS6h-2zgFc/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great surprise when mum asked for the cake. I wasn't even expecting it. The whole restaurant sang for me. Awww..so sweet. My cake was the nicest ever tasted in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNObtd1rddI/AAAAAAAAAYE/quLDGgqkmxI/s1600/2010_1031clubmedcherating0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535939572374664658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNObtd1rddI/AAAAAAAAAYE/quLDGgqkmxI/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, we went back to the theater and watched the show. The show was titled "Love is in the air".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNObsuqQWgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RH52j7NZ_kQ/s1600/2010_1031clubmedcherating0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535939559710284290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNObsuqQWgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RH52j7NZ_kQ/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNObsTvXH5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/xUsPfYjk_hw/s1600/2010_1031clubmedcherating0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535939552483942290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNObsTvXH5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/xUsPfYjk_hw/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOaBbo-maI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Lt9sanStt1w/s1600/2010_1031clubmedcherating0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535937716358650274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOaBbo-maI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Lt9sanStt1w/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOaBKGSH9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/K_1IB8n4FIo/s1600/2010_1031clubmedcherating0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535937711649726418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOaBKGSH9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/K_1IB8n4FIo/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOaA4D5p6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/facy0_7t2UY/s1600/2010_1031clubmedcherating0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535937706807895970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOaA4D5p6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/facy0_7t2UY/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to call it a day at 12 as usual. In Club Med, the fun never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early and went for breakfast. The food was getting boring because the same food was being served everyday. Me and my sister went to Passworld (It is a teens club). We did flying trapeze. And it was super duper FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOaADf86zI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tDdIf15tqoM/s1600/DSC_5106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535937692698471218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOaADf86zI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tDdIf15tqoM/s320/DSC_5106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to the beach and went to do sailing and played beach volleyball. After that, we had the rehearsal for the fashion show. This is not what I would usually do but since I was forced to, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX2Xu3xGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/P7e7-IRAlZ8/s1600/DSC_6864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535935327307809890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX2Xu3xGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/P7e7-IRAlZ8/s320/DSC_6864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gasp. Me in a dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX12C-I8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/yLkZ9hYvyJc/s1600/DSC_6893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535935318265308098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX12C-I8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/yLkZ9hYvyJc/s320/DSC_6893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fashion show was the normal night show. Before that, we made a human train to go in the theater. The show was boring because it was a group of outside people performing. The show was titled "Malaysian Cultures".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth day at Club Med. In here, you can't keep track of time. Time seems to move so fast when you are in Club Med. Had a game of badminton before going for Flying Trapeze again. I simply love being suspended in the air and doing stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not join activities in the afternoon because I needed time to relax and unwind. I went to play squash with my family. I got trashed by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show for the night was titled "Pink Soldier". It's actually a circus show. The best show ever watched. The GO's involved did a fantastic job at it. I watched in awe as they did all the stunts in the air with such ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at Club med. I felt so sad. I went to play squash again with my dad while mum and my sister went for archery. Checked out of the room at 11am. I didn't get enough of trapeze so I went and did it again. This time I did it indoor since it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX1oYaRjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9LTZWqE2POA/s1600/DSC_5392+(30.10.2010).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535935314597135922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX1oYaRjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9LTZWqE2POA/s320/DSC_5392+(30.10.2010).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A really back breaking stunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX1ENgQ7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/y71bwvEfWSI/s1600/DSC_5404+(30.10.2010).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535935304887714738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX1ENgQ7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/y71bwvEfWSI/s320/DSC_5404+(30.10.2010).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look ma, no hands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing it, I said thank you to all the GO's. One thing that made my stay so good was the GO's. They were super crazy and friendly. I felt so sad leaving this place. The place that I have learned to call home for the five days I have been here. It is a place that I can do lots of fun stuff and never get bored of it. Like I said, it is a place I wish I could stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX0_ecc_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/CGq7lJ4QxGI/s1600/2010_1031clubmedcherating0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535935303616590834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOX0_ecc_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/CGq7lJ4QxGI/s320/2010_1031clubmedcherating0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~&lt;br /&gt;I'll DEFINITELY visit again! Definitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-5067008254060600717?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5067008254060600717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-i-wish-i-could-stay-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5067008254060600717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5067008254060600717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-i-wish-i-could-stay-forever.html' title='A Place I Wish I Could Stay Forever'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TNOViwMJBaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QzQ9w_WiD3Y/s72-c/2010_1031clubmedcherating0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-1245887714457235523</id><published>2010-10-24T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:04:30.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a long time not blogging, I'm back again. I forgot when was the last time I blogged. I almost thought of letting it go dead. Haha. So much for letting it go dead. I think nobody is into blogging anymore because Facebook is the new face of social networking. I thought that facebook has no word limit for a post until a posted a really long post and something just popped out and said your post is too long. (I thought only twitter had this kind of things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently super bored after PMR..I don't know what to do. Before PMR, there seemed to so little time. After PMR, time passes so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching F1 now. Go Alonso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-1245887714457235523?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1245887714457235523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-long-time-not-blogging-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1245887714457235523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1245887714457235523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-long-time-not-blogging-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-8438554677960254591</id><published>2010-07-09T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:45:36.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takkan ku lepaskan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Takkan ku lepaskan segala-galanya yang ada dalam gengganmanku. Hari ini baru ku sedar bahawa hidup bukanlah sesuatu yang boleh dilepaskan. Kita mesti menghargai hidup ini dan tidak melepaskan hidup dari genggaman kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Takkan ku lepaskan ibu bapa ku yang berjuang bermati-matian untukku. Mereka telah mendidikku sehingga ku manjadi diriku pada hari ini. Tanpa mereka, aku mungkin hidup merempat dan menjadi sampah masyarakat. Mereka sememangnya insan yang tidak boleh ku lupakan selama-lamanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Takkan ku lepaskan kawan-kawanku yang telah membahagiakan hidupku. Tiada apa yang boleh membalas budi baik mereka kecuali persahabatan yang berkekalan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm writing in BM today. Maybe it's because I'm emo. Tomorrow is Hari Karnival. I can't go. Don't want to go. Don't know what to wear. Don't have the suitable dress. Mind end up looking like a banana sticking out within a bunch of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face says it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-8438554677960254591?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8438554677960254591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/takkan-ku-lepaskan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8438554677960254591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8438554677960254591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/takkan-ku-lepaskan.html' title='Takkan ku lepaskan'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-7963588308645589151</id><published>2010-07-02T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:34:11.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to be pictureless for a while. No particular reason for it but saya rasa macam anonymous is sometimes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a busy day. School as usual. After that, came back home and did NIE and finished up my maths homework. In chapter 10. Transformations. Notice how it comes from the word transform? It really transforms your mind to be cuckoo. I have a certain disike for that chapter because I can't seem to understand what the question wants and no matter how many questions I do, it just seems a blur to me. Out of the 3 questions, I could only do 1. In the end, I had to ask mummy for help and she could do all the questions. Mums never fail to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send the NIE stuff to Bryan and he called me and said that he could not read it. I had to convert the file to Adobe and send to him again. When he called me, it was like 9pm already. I just simply converted it without reading through again. Thank God he could open the file this time. His computer memang ada problem sikit. On top of all my hard work, he just had to open his mouth and say that the alignment salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money that was stolen yesterday was not recovered. I don't think it will be found. RM800 worth of hard work lost just like that. We had to use the class fund to pay up the capital. The whole class was feeling down because of this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the moment, Brazil-Netherlands, 1-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-7963588308645589151?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7963588308645589151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-wanted-to-be-pictureless-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7963588308645589151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7963588308645589151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-wanted-to-be-pictureless-for.html' title='Anonymous'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-9141581359907399901</id><published>2010-07-01T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:48:37.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>Today we had Hari Koperasi in school. My class was selling some weird stuff that I don't even know. We were making quite a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going well until Su Yean realised that the money box was lost. Uh oh. Not a good sign. The money box really got lost. Seriously. How much money was inside there? 800 ringgit in cold hard cash. That's how much money we made. All our hard work just vanished like that all because of one crazy person who taught about stealing the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope we find the money soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-9141581359907399901?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9141581359907399901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/stolen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9141581359907399901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9141581359907399901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-2638733759556779714</id><published>2010-06-25T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:29:31.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormrider</title><content type='html'>I still need to do my science space station thingy. So, I'm going to Fidot's house tomorrow. His house is huge! I mean massive! I went there on Wednesday but I'm still not &lt;em&gt;puas &lt;/em&gt;going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I got back most of my exam results? I don't know if it is a happy thing or not but I'm kind of happy with what I got. I got a B for Moral. It's hard okay. My sis says that I &lt;em&gt;tak bermoral&lt;/em&gt;  because I keep getting B's for my Moral. Just wait till she gets into secondary school and see how hard it is. I got an A for my sejarah! I walked into the class late and my sejarah teacher didn't care. When Vivien told me I had an A for sejarah I oractically shrieked! The teacher gave me the shut up look. Haha. I said sorry. Accept the fact. I was too happy, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be going to school for this whole week. The teachers all ponteng and don't even go to school. I wish next week would be better where we would start learning something. PMR is only 3 months away and the teachers are still not done teaching the whole text book. Mum says that they should be done by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-2638733759556779714?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2638733759556779714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/stormrider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2638733759556779714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2638733759556779714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/stormrider.html' title='Stormrider'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-180109518174735795</id><published>2010-06-20T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:33:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School is starting tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it and not so looking forward to it. I still have not washed my tie and sew my badge on my uniform. And I have Geography project to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta-taa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-180109518174735795?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/180109518174735795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/180109518174735795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/180109518174735795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-1139726824784097164</id><published>2010-06-19T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:52:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days 3 nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CF CAMP PEOPLE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-1139726824784097164?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1139726824784097164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-days-3-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1139726824784097164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1139726824784097164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-days-3-nights.html' title='4 days 3 nights'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-6339270541948286213</id><published>2010-06-13T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:14:09.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Error</title><content type='html'>FIFA World Cup 2010. That is the common topic that binds all the footie fans together. Unfortunately, I'm one of those people that is willing to stay up for a 2am match. If you are not one of those and you are allergic to football stop right now. If you are one of those people who thinks that football is just another game with 25 crazy people (plus 1 referee and 2 linesman) chasing after one controversial Jabulani ball (if you even know what that is), don't read on. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I advice you to not read on as you would not understand the rest of what I'm going to say. Seriously. I'm giving you 5 seconds to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Time's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Argentina vs Nigeria match halfway and went to sleep. Then I woke up at 2.20 am again for the England vs USA match. It was kind of boring. Not as much action as I expected. I almost fell asleep during the match. I don't normally fall asleep when I watch football but I was struggling to keep my eyes open. Stevie G's goal was fancy but it all came down to human error that made them draw 1-all. He scored in the 4th minute. The highlight of the match was when USA scored. I mean, how could Dempsey even score from that angle with Green (England goalkeeper) in front of him? I don't think he expected himself to score and I didn't too. All it took was 1 simple error by Green and the ball went rolling in. Sheesh. If you were watching you could see that the look on Fabio Capello's face was full of disgust. I bet the whole England squad must be mad at him. Well, I don't blame him but how could you do such a thing? It was a simple save and he could had just saved it the simple way. Yes, he got the ball into his hands but he didn't stop it from rolling. He actually used both hands to catch the ball. It was in his hands for a moment but the ball wanted to go it's own way and it decided to roll into the net. It might be because of the new Jabulani ball that goalkeepers dislike but I think that this one was down to human error. England had quite many opportunities to score but didn't take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict: I think USA played a better game than England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Footie fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-6339270541948286213?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6339270541948286213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/human-error.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6339270541948286213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6339270541948286213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/human-error.html' title='Human Error'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-7929863726113169294</id><published>2010-06-12T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:47:03.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp!</title><content type='html'>CF Camp is just around the corner! 15-18 July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;South Africa and Mexico (1-1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-7929863726113169294?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7929863726113169294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7929863726113169294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7929863726113169294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/camp.html' title='Camp!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-8247436685122993178</id><published>2010-06-11T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:44:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! New blogger templates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-8247436685122993178?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8247436685122993178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8247436685122993178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8247436685122993178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4682871371711542575</id><published>2010-06-09T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:06:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally changed my template because I'm getting bored with the old one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember how I said that the bug hasn't bitten me yet, the bug half bit me. I think it must have been from the mosquito bite I had on my lip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There really isn't anything that i can talk about but I'll try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time I blogged? I don't remember.....Oh my goodness....Few days ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll just put one picture since I don't know what to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480601012958311282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TA8BlXUGs3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Eupiogpt1yM/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The bug bit me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4682871371711542575?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4682871371711542575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-finally-changed-my-template-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4682871371711542575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4682871371711542575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-finally-changed-my-template-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/TA8BlXUGs3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Eupiogpt1yM/s72-c/MOBYA-YHC2009-0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-468704551105951962</id><published>2010-06-05T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:49:38.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I just couldn't think of any title for this post. Since I am listening to OMG by Usher, I just had the urge to type it out. Mid year exams are over! Well, that's one of the reasons I have not been blogging. Yet alone going online. To be honest, I'm a bit lazy these days to blog. I guess the blogging bug hasn't bitten me yet. Anyway, there wasn't much going on since the last time I blogged which was a long time ago. It has been study, study, study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bug, please bite me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-468704551105951962?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/468704551105951962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/468704551105951962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/468704551105951962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-7250689774953841728</id><published>2010-04-24T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:44:39.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>I just took out my braces! I feel so happy! I actually took it out last Thursday. I'm on retainers now. Haha. I feel like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering why is the blog title "hurt", I actually sprained my ankle. And yeah, it hurts. i sprained it yesterday during netball training. I jumped to get the ball and landed on the wrong foot. Left foot. I'm not used to landing on my left but yesterday was one of the days I did so, this was what happened. All I can say is that my ankle is super swollen and walking is like a chore. It feels like an iron ball tied to my left foot. There's nothing much to say about it but I hope that I can get well soon because the MSSS tournament is in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mad at myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-7250689774953841728?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7250689774953841728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/04/hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7250689774953841728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7250689774953841728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/04/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-946833620512616440</id><published>2010-04-11T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:13:41.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V.C.D.(Vocal Chords Disorder)</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'm having vocal chords disorder. What's that? I guess it's just the nice way of saying that I have practically no voice. If you ever hear me talking for the past few days, I bet you'll laugh. Wanna bet? All I can say is I croak like a toad when I talk. You won't be able to make up a single thing I say because you will be laughing hysterically and end up not listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering what happened to me, here's the story...I started with fever last Thursday. On Friday, I insisted on going to school and I ended up coughing the whole day. What's more, I had to go for netball training. Saturday, I still insisted on going for training. It just made me worse. I ended up with a bit of sore throat on Sunday. Well, that's nothing. I went to school on Monday. I was getting better until...I went for marching practise on Tuesday. That's when I got my fever back. It was only obvious why I got it back. We were practising under the scorching sun! I skipped school on Wednesday. Went back to school on Thursday and still had a bad cough. Suddenly, when I woke up on Friday, I realized that I had a slight change in my voice. Okay. It was not slight. It was severe. Anyone who heard me talk will be laughing and laughing non stop. I had to skip netball all because of it. Yesterday was worse. I practically had no voice. If I talked, it won't sound like talking. It will sound like croaking. Today was slightly (only slightly) better. I still croak no doubt, but I can talk! So much for an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I almost forgot. Today is Miss Azeera's birthday. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; She's actually my school team's netball coach. And all I can say is she's good at what she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want my voice back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-946833620512616440?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/946833620512616440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/04/vcdvocal-chords-disorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/946833620512616440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/946833620512616440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/04/vcdvocal-chords-disorder.html' title='V.C.D.(Vocal Chords Disorder)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-8431818950380065815</id><published>2010-03-20T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:25:37.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>United States of Pop 2009</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday people! I have not been touching my computer for what seems like an etenity to me. First of all, sorry bloggy for not updating you. To make up for it, just watch this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my exam marks and they were not so um....good. Yeah, not good at all. Fot the first time, I actually have 2 B's and it's not normal. I'm just ok with it and a little bit disappointed with myself. Mum's not happy. I guess I have to work harder. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays were boring and very routine like. Monday-netball. Tuesday-netball. Wednesday-netball. Thursday-netball, Vivien's house. The highlight of the week, Friday-Sunway Pyramid! In case you are wondering why netball is on my list everyday, it's just the training for MSSD. Because of that I don't get to play in the basketball MSSD. Here's the story (since Natasha asked for it). I was supossed to attend the first day of basketball training and guess what? It rained! Later I asked Nicole if they had any basketball and she said that they had it after the rain. Arrgh! The next week was already the selection for MSSD players and guess what? Well, this time it didn't rain but selection for MSSD netball players was on the same day and same time. How could I split myself in half and go for both selections? Somehow, I decided to go for netball because I need to be in the netball team although basketball sounds more glamorous. Hehe. So, netball it is. On that very day, it rained. Again. Netball selections didn't happen and unlucky me, basketball selections happened eventhough it rained. Should have went for basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I just wish my luck would be better. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-8431818950380065815?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8431818950380065815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/03/united-states-of-pop-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8431818950380065815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8431818950380065815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/03/united-states-of-pop-2009.html' title='United States of Pop 2009'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-8044818841711377060</id><published>2010-03-06T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:25:31.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam's over!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Exam's over! I'm so happy :) I just finished my exams yesterday and I'm super happy. I feel like screaming. AHHHHHHHHH! While all the other students in my school are having exams, I'm done with it. I don't know why only Form 3 had our exam this week while all the other forms are having it next week. I'm so happy! Super happy. This is only the March exams and there's PMR! Saying that word makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been like a busy woman today. At first I was suposed to go for basketball training in the morning but it rained. Why must it rain today? I was sulking the whole morning about not being able to go for basketball. After lunch, I went to get my hair cut. And I'm going for netball training in about 30 minutes. So, I guess I have to leave now or not I'll be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noticed how many times I said the word happy? That's how happy I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-8044818841711377060?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8044818841711377060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/03/exams-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8044818841711377060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8044818841711377060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/03/exams-over.html' title='Exam&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-8168527606409558241</id><published>2010-02-20T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:09:26.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l40bQFqJX6I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l40bQFqJX6I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally, some Chinese food to eat. I'm bored of eating roti canai, nasi lemak and tosai everyday for breakfast. I got to eat cheap and yummy Chinese food yesterday night and all I can say is delicious. I'm not being racist or anything but I'm really missing Chinese food. I just can't understand why the shops have to close during CNY. Huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to eat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-8168527606409558241?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8168527606409558241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/bulletproof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8168527606409558241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8168527606409558241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/bulletproof.html' title='Bulletproof'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4960425035053696704</id><published>2010-02-17T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:47:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut it Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqCFZvU33WU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqCFZvU33WU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha! I forgot to say something again. Agrh. I'm so forgetful. It's not really important but I just want to continue whatever I said in my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waking up at 10 am these days and that is when I have my breakfast. Luckily I don't skip breakfast. Hold on, the worst is yet to come. Then, I'll have my lunch at around 12-1pm. Yup, that's right. Plus, because it is CNY, I tend to eat more (well, who doesn't?). I don't even dare to look at the weighing scale when I am standing on it. Mum says I have a belly now. (NOOOO. I've never had it before). I'm struggling to pull my pants up. Haha. Looks like I have to start hitting the gym before school starts. If not, I don't think I will be able to wear my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about food, I just want to say that when it comes to food in KL during CNY, there's practically nothing. Uh huh, nothing. I have to eat Indian or Malay food everyday because the Chinese restaurants are closed. There are Chinese reataurants open but they will pinch your pocket until there is a hole in it. So, I am craving for cheap Chinese food right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just remembered that I painted my toes. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;. I am anti-pink but it's CNY, right? So, why not try a different colour. Just for the fun of it. So, if you happen to see me, look at my toes. It will give you a shock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;br /&gt;Pink is the new black? (Well, I don't know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4960425035053696704?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4960425035053696704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/shut-it-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4960425035053696704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4960425035053696704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/shut-it-down.html' title='Shut it Down'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-3552533116504973453</id><published>2010-02-16T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:17:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs and Kisses</title><content type='html'>Oops! I forgot about Valentine's Day. It's so typical of me to forget important things like that. Maybe because I don't have anyone to teman me for Valentine's. :(   Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remeber what I said that I had loads of stuff to do? Yeah. I'll tell you what I did for the past 1 month (that is if I can remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefect marching practise started like 2 weeks ago. I'm super tan thanks to marching in the middle of the padang under the hot sun. I wore my watch during marching and I'm like a zebra because you can actually see the watch line and the shirt line. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched Avatar! In 3D! With Isabelle! So glad I watched it. The show was syok-a-lingam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the photography day!!! I'm super mad!! Thanks to watching Avatar, I overslept. No actually, my whole house overslept. Yup! If you are trying to find me in the school magazine, don't even think about it. I'm not there. To be honest, I am actually there if you look carefully. The next day happened to be a Tuesday and it was still photography day. Took photos for YEP and Prefects. Argh, I didn't know that I had to borrow a blazer! Shalini didn't tell me. So, I was the only girl with no blazer on. Pity me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day I overslept, everybody started asking me why I did not come to school. My answer was simple. I OVERSLEPT!! I'm going to use that excuse in future if I don't want to go to school. Hehe. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to The Chicken Rice Shop for dinner. The reason? My dad had 18 coupons of free food. Yup. 18 not 8. We used up 4 and ordered something else. The best part was my dad wanted to eat 2 portions but the waiter said no. My dad was pissed off. So, he gave 5 coupons to the table behind us. My dad was like the 'choy san ye'. Haha. He's a good soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je'taime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-3552533116504973453?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3552533116504973453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/hugs-and-kisses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3552533116504973453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3552533116504973453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/hugs-and-kisses.html' title='Hugs and Kisses'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-3915696429653286076</id><published>2010-02-15T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:18:19.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lembu pergi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harimau pergi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suay pergi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ong mari,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tahun lepas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sudah pergi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tahun ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesti happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kena magnum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kena loteri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Banyak money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! Gong Xi Fa Cai! I want more ang pau! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13th February 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chinese new Year's eve. Went to grandfather's house for reunion dinner. Played 'cho tai tee'. Haha. I won like 5 times out of 30 times? I know that's bad but I'm just a rookie! Luckily we didn't play with money. If not, I bet 10sen lose 100 ringgit. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14th February 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up at 9.30 I think. Did my homework (CNY still got homework. teacher's fault). Went to grandma's house for lunch and dinner. Played 'cho tai tee' again. haha. Lost again. LOL. I suck at it. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never play 'cho tai tee' with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-3915696429653286076?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3915696429653286076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3915696429653286076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3915696429653286076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-6099716976160609822</id><published>2010-02-15T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:54:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argument</title><content type='html'>Blog: You finally updated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Yeah I know. Sorry I left you for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Do you have any reasonable reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Umm. I have tons of homework to do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Until you have no time to update me? Your reason is unacceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Errr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Why did you abandon me? Are you trying to end this relationship? Answer me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: I'm not trying to abandon you. I just…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: You just what? Don't have time? Rubbish! If you don't have enough time for me, let's just end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Yeah, I don't have time. I'm so sorry but please don't end it. I want it to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Are you crazy? You haven't been updating me for 1 month and you can still say that you are sorry? I'm disappointed with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: I just don't have the time. You should be happy that I update you at least once a month.  (pause) I know that 1 month is a bit too long but at least I won't let you die a natural death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Natural death? What natural death? You want me to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: No. That's not what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: What do you mean that's not what you mean? When you say death, I know that you are going to let me die and vanish from the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Bloggy, you got it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: How dare you call me bloggy? You abandoned me and you still want to call me bloggy? I'm going to end it right now! (runs a few steps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: (caught up with bloggy) Wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Ok. I give you a minute to explain yourself. Just a minute. After that, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: I'm really sorry I left you alone. During that 1 month, I felt the pain that you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Are you sure? You don't sound like you are in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Just shut up. Give me a minute of silence to explain myself. Then you make that decision to either continue it or end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Ok. I'm sorry but that does not mean I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Like I said, I felt everything that you felt. I felt frustrated of not being able to even switch on the computer. Never in that 1 month have I touched the computer. Not even once. It was the homework taking its toll on me. Just too much homework. What's more, I was too active in other activities that sometimes I had to do my homework at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: You did all this because of the homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Yeah. Look I'm really sorry I abandoned you. Will you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Well, that is if you promise to spend more time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: I don't think I will be able to give up my time for you but I could always drop by once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: You are just going to drop by? How do I even know if you dropped by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: I could always leave a comment or I could…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Can you reply all the chats in the cbox? It has been complaining to me that it is feeling so lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: I could try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Chong Sue Yi, do you promise to take care of me and update me until the world comes to an end or until the both of us shall perish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Umm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Do you promise to never abandon me whether it is rain or shine, dark or bright, in the saddest moment or in the happiest moment and through hardship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: I forgive you with all my heart and promise never to be mad at you like that again. From the bottom of m heart, I just want to say I'm sorry and can we start this relationship all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: I am the one who is supposed to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blog: Do you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Yup. I'll pick you up at 8? Be ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-6099716976160609822?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6099716976160609822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/argument.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6099716976160609822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6099716976160609822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/argument.html' title='Argument'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-6747328027695794423</id><published>2010-01-20T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:41:32.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starstruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/11Zuf_mxoTE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/11Zuf_mxoTE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I am so into Lady Gaga songs this days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give my YEP speech today and guess what? I was elected to be the Managing Director of SUAVE Enterprise (that is what our company is called). I was a bunch of nerves when I stepped up on stage but as I went on I got more and more confident to deliver my speech. Well, it did help that Yen Li and Aisyah were always smiling at me (love it when people smile at me. gives me strength). Thanks guys! (or maybe girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mid week. I hate mid weeks. It makes you feel as if the week is super long. And like I said I have tons of homework (but luckily no tuition). I don't even have time to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that my school has this genius idea of floating class. When my class wants to use the science lab, the class there has to go into our class. I really pity the class in the science lab. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm having sejarah tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-6747328027695794423?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6747328027695794423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/starstruck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6747328027695794423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6747328027695794423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-2860239455156276009</id><published>2010-01-15T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:34:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aygy8MnMN48&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aygy8MnMN48&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. 2nd week of school. Erm, I still don't get it. Why must they have the b***** PMR in Form 3????? It's stressing me up. Believe it or not, I'm stressing up for the first time. WAIT, there's more. Why must the teachers give so much homework on the first month of school? Are they extra hardworking or what? I'm like going back home with at least 20 pages of homework. Nuts right? I know. It's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is located right next to the teachers staircase. Oh great. Just in case you didn't know, it's where the teachers can actually hear every word you are saying in the class. What's more, the bilik guru is right above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving every bit of my english teacher. Maths, science, bm and geo ok la. My sejarah teacher dumped us after teaching us only for only 1 lesson and my new sejarah teacher is booooooring. yawn. I feel like sleeping whenever I'm in her class. I guess I have to buck up in my sejarah. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Form 3's took the diagnostic test today. I don't even know how the teachers can think about this genius idea. Yeah and the idea of homework pops up in the teacher's head again. For crying out loud, just give us a break. We had the test today and there's still homework? sigh. I think the teacher puts too much pressure on us because my class like the creme of the cake (or something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting restless. I need to play basketball!! or golf at least. I need to destress. ARGHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year blogging is not a weekly must any more. I just don't have time. So whenever I'm free I'll just scribble something on this particular space. I'm so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In need of a new sejarah teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-2860239455156276009?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2860239455156276009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/telephone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2860239455156276009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2860239455156276009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/telephone.html' title='Bad Romance'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4706004421232397386</id><published>2010-01-15T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:37:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probation</title><content type='html'>I'm loving every bit of 3 Gamma!!! It is the most fun class in the school. I finally got used to getting up early to go to school. Yay!!! No  more going late to school. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On probation *again*. I'm in group 4. Stephanie is head of my group!!!! The best senior in the in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PMR freaks me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4706004421232397386?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4706004421232397386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/probation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4706004421232397386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4706004421232397386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/probation.html' title='Probation'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-5095511672797996271</id><published>2010-01-09T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:57:22.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st week of school!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble waking up at 6 in the morning. Still wished I was in afternoon school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of school and I have duty already. So sad. :( Starting all over again as a probate. I just wished that afternoon prefects can continue as prefects and don't have to go through probation all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in 3 Gamma! Not really happy about that. It is considered 1 of the good class. Lots of nerds there but it's ok because Vi Vien, Jessica, Marsya and Bryan Chen are in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning session is FUN!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-5095511672797996271?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5095511672797996271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-week-of-school-im-having-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5095511672797996271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5095511672797996271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-week-of-school-im-having-trouble.html' title='School!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-7373886772657303308</id><published>2010-01-02T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:20:15.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; people!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New decade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New resolution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far I don't have a new year's resolution yet. A bit lazy to create one la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao 2009, Wassup 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-7373886772657303308?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7373886772657303308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7373886772657303308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7373886772657303308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-9137814657676904628</id><published>2010-01-02T15:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:16:37.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>OPYHC 2009 (16-20 Dec 09)</title><content type='html'>Camp is soooo FUN!!! There is only one thing that I can say. For those who did not attend this camp rugi-lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the museum, I got a shock of my life. I thought I was early but when I reached, there was so ramai orang waiting already. I went and got my name tag with my sis. I found out that I was in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; team. My sis and Ingrid were in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; team. Isabelle and Siew May in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; team. I was totally alone! :( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Never mind can still make friends-ma*&lt;/span&gt; Had few new instructors this year-Andrew, Ivan, Kok Wai and er, cannot remember already. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to Ingrid on the bus. The bus ride was super boring!!!! Didn't do anything but sleep. Hehe. After like what it seemed like an eternity, we finally reached &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*drums rolls*&lt;/span&gt; Kem Sentosa, Chenderiang, Perak.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *so lame :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75ZbJIoqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EOw45SK12aY/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422045216578773666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75ZbJIoqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EOw45SK12aY/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75ZKV2z9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DoBrXY5krW0/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-4978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422045212068728786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75ZKV2z9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DoBrXY5krW0/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-4978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year's shirt was green &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*again*&lt;/span&gt; like last year but erm, different? Then we were supposed to ambil group photo. I was called to become the "marker" so people can stand properly. Aiyah, biasalah. I tallest girl in the camp-ma. Then we posed like Miss Malaysia untuk ambil gambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch boleh tahan-la. Then we had all the boring stuff like picking the right leader and strategic planning. I was half awake through out the "ceramahs". Later had ice-breakers. First we did the balloon thingy where you had to put the balloon between you and the other orang in front of you. Then you form a line and move. The balloon cannot be dropped and no hands allowed. Next we played the banana game. We had to pass the banana with our feet, lying down on our back. Obviously we had to take our shoes off-la. If not, the banana squished liao lor. I had to take my socks off also because my socks had a hole. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water bomb!!! As usual fun!!! Isabelle, Siew May and I ran to the dorm like orang gila because there were only 5 showers. Dumped everything in my bag on the bed and took what I wanted and ciao to the toilet. The water was super cold and super shiok. After dinner was first aid. As I was about to dozzze off during the first-aid lesson….. suddenly, there was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; bang that awoke everyone. There were people "hurt" and they were calling for "help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back into our groups and picked our leader. We all sebulat suara in picking Kee Meng as our leader. Melissa was our medical officer. Chin Yih and me were the two assistants. We went back to our dorms and I kept asking Isabelle to set her alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Before leaving the dorm, Aunty Looi said that there should be a dorm leader. Isabelle, Marsya, Fatimah, Fatihah and Siew May all shouted my name. So, my dear self was the dorm leader in charge of 22 girls. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Feel proud*&lt;/span&gt; Morning exercise conducted by green team. After the exercise still felt like going back to sleep. After breakfast, we did lake crossing. Crossed the lake like 4 times &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I think*.&lt;/span&gt; We did kayaking after that. I got into a single kayak!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Feel proud again*.&lt;/span&gt; Kee Meng kept splashing water on me. After that everybody kept splashing me and my kayak was half flooded. So, I had to stop in the middle of the lake to take the water out. (scared that my kayak might sink). In between kayaking, me and Kee Meng discussed about the war cry. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*So kesian*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we were supposed to do high ropes, flying fox and abseiling. I only got to do flying fox *sob* because of the rain. *Arrgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75Y98knrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WFbcjegpIqY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422045208741453490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75Y98knrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WFbcjegpIqY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me doing flying fox :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422046229601753666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz76UY8omkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/syKxl7pzRVs/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had campfire after dinner. We learned the bamboo dance, did limbo and played the bomb game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Crazy Isabelle said she woke up at 5.30 to go and bathe. So cold! She didn't in the end. Morning exercise by red team. Isabelle looked so cute on the stage. The rain spoiled everything again. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Boo*&lt;/span&gt; We didn't get to do par course. In the end, Nicholas, Kee Meng, Melissa, Sook Ming, Yong Chao and me practiced for the morning exercise. When the rain finally stopped, we went for camp cooking. As usual, I almost fell asleep. *Yawn - it was soooo boring* After lunch, it was my group’s turn for the jungle trekking though it was raining. We put on our oversized raincoats and trekking in the rain was fun. Luckily I had no leeches. *I think my blood too sour. Hehe* Right after trekking, we did scavenger hunt. I had to walk barefooted because my shoes and socks were soaking wet. My poor little feet hurt when walking on tar road. :( I always had to run to the grass to cool my feet off. Poor Yong Chao, always had to wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75YuieVII/AAAAAAAAAVA/SZejajCk29w/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422045204605457538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75YuieVII/AAAAAAAAAVA/SZejajCk29w/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scavenger hunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have our night walk after dinner but for once, the rain saved the day. Night walk was cancelled! Yay! We ended up doing garbage enzyme instead. *yawn*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75YdywOwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JZ4xdCBQGKY/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422045200110336770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75YdywOwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JZ4xdCBQGKY/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing garbage enzyme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; It was super cold that night and I didn't bring my jacket so I was freezing. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Padan muka*&lt;/span&gt; Kept sitting closer to Isabelle for body warmth. Haiyah, what to do. Practiced for morning exercise until 10.45 when we were supposed to go to bed at 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blue team conducted morning exercise! Yay - my team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74p5t7gwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HJez5d2PYa4/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422044400152445698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74p5t7gwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HJez5d2PYa4/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went to do par course eventhough it was raining. That day I forgot to change into my wet shoes so I ended up wearing my precious Nike shoes which were obviously dry until par course. *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74phGpM3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ElWb-8RRXJk/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422044393545216882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74phGpM3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ElWb-8RRXJk/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doing tarzan swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74pVid-xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/1qPcotQBk7I/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422044390440696594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74pVid-xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/1qPcotQBk7I/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually, I fell down. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74pNjj1AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZgEO4cRb94k/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422044388297790466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74pNjj1AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZgEO4cRb94k/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Nam Hong demonstrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74ovbjgpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ohIVfhu0dVU/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422044380211151506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74ovbjgpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ohIVfhu0dVU/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74CkZnIoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8Im26YZufkQ/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422043724415181442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74CkZnIoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8Im26YZufkQ/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group photo at tarzan swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74CYYmQtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/880em6mEZ1o/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422043721189704402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74CYYmQtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/880em6mEZ1o/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No idea what this is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74B4hYNPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-NUC8ihWqdg/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422043712636597490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74B4hYNPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-NUC8ihWqdg/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spider's web!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74BgfH85I/AAAAAAAAATw/Ofd_8sIFOB4/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422043706184692626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74BgfH85I/AAAAAAAAATw/Ofd_8sIFOB4/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some walk thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74BWaZJGI/AAAAAAAAATo/YeviEMfvN6M/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422043703480493154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz74BWaZJGI/AAAAAAAAATo/YeviEMfvN6M/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did single rope technique after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73LQG5m-I/AAAAAAAAATg/nZfQ8qUgylY/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422042774075186146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73LQG5m-I/AAAAAAAAATg/nZfQ8qUgylY/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73LFi1HgI/AAAAAAAAATY/Oy1a5CgF1dQ/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422042771239542274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73LFi1HgI/AAAAAAAAATY/Oy1a5CgF1dQ/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me doing single rope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the free time for talentime, our team's room was like the noisiest room of all. Anyway, we got the job done. For this year's talentime, each group was supposed to perform a dance, a sketch and acappella. Disco was fun, awesome, superb and everything you can thing of. Instructors even gave out the glowing sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73KwIUXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DV8p7TYXYxo/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422042765491199666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73KwIUXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DV8p7TYXYxo/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OPYHC 2009 bouncers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73KtkOSII/AAAAAAAAATI/jhwA3WSt9TQ/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422042764802934914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73KtkOSII/AAAAAAAAATI/jhwA3WSt9TQ/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm dancing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73KC-AJ2I/AAAAAAAAATA/rAQSQAgBbOo/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422042753368336226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz73KC-AJ2I/AAAAAAAAATA/rAQSQAgBbOo/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe. Instructors dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz715mS33eI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GMBLdBeVGVM/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-5921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422041371281710562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz715mS33eI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GMBLdBeVGVM/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-5921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DISCO!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was super sleepy when Isabelle woke me up this morning because I only had 5 hours of sleep. *yawn* Believe it or not, I couldn't even walk in a straight line while going to the toilet. Luckily I didn't jatuh on the floor. =P  I just lied down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Finally decided that I should pack all my stinky stuff into my bag and finally fit everything inside after 20 minutes. Did the final headcount as the dorm leader. *So sad* Morning exercise by yellow team. After breakfast, we went back to the dorm and talked since we already finished packing all our stuff. Suddenly, my sis and Isabelle pinned me down and Fatimah started tickling me. She was like a binatang buas that want to terkam somebody. I hit my head on the locker *ouch* and was laughing like a mad woman. Soon, the whole dorm started tickling me. Laughed some more and luckily didn't bang my head on the locker anymore. Other wise I will get brain damage. Hehe. Started signing autographs and getting them too. Every body was so tired and slept in the bus. I will miss everybody in the camp *even Gerard*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz715XV5DVI/AAAAAAAAASw/NJtCF3JKC-Q/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-6164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422041367267839314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz715XV5DVI/AAAAAAAAASw/NJtCF3JKC-Q/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-6164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz714zqWxvI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZEWU51e6Y5s/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-6174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422041357689997042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz714zqWxvI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZEWU51e6Y5s/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-6174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blue team group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz714sPoA3I/AAAAAAAAASg/ew8uah3BEx4/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-6176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422041355698832242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz714sPoA3I/AAAAAAAAASg/ew8uah3BEx4/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-6176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo with Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz714B21saI/AAAAAAAAASY/3ZewqaJdZu4/s1600-h/MOBYA-YHC2009-6203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422041344320582050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz714B21saI/AAAAAAAAASY/3ZewqaJdZu4/s320/MOBYA-YHC2009-6203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugs as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~&lt;br /&gt;I'm going again next year. Anyone in???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-9137814657676904628?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9137814657676904628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/opyhc-2009-16-20-dec-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9137814657676904628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9137814657676904628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/opyhc-2009-16-20-dec-09.html' title='OPYHC 2009 (16-20 Dec 09)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sz75ZbJIoqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EOw45SK12aY/s72-c/MOBYA-YHC2009-0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-7853495615669471401</id><published>2009-12-26T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:07:29.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everybody!!! The Christmas tree is stil not up yet. :( Well, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sunway Pyramid today and watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2. The chipmunks were super cute and super adorable. Bought a red Nike shoelace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will update about the camp in my next post (if time permits because I am a very busy person). There is only 1 word I can say about the camp. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; SUPER FUN!!!!!! DIRTY!!!!! Erm, I think I just said 3 words instead of 1. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-7853495615669471401?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7853495615669471401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7853495615669471401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7853495615669471401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-8326987649731023795</id><published>2009-12-22T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:44:08.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>*Yawn* Woke up at 10 am yesterday after 5 tiring days of camp. That explains the looooong absence. Only had 5 hours of sleep on the last day so I slept for 12 hours &lt;em&gt;kow kow&lt;/em&gt;. I will update about the camp later when Uncle Chong uploads the photos on facebook. But for now, I am catching up with my well deserved beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot what date it is today and then I just remembered that we have 3 more days to Christmas and I have not even set up the christmas tree. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, where did I put my pillow? *Yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-8326987649731023795?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8326987649731023795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8326987649731023795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8326987649731023795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-786569612201411535</id><published>2009-11-23T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:40:52.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 21st day of the 11th month in the year 2009. A memory stitched to the back of my brain. Hmmm? What so special? I FINALLY got to meet up with Cai Ping! Yes, FINALLY! After 3 months of separation we finally met up. You may wonder what so special about this person? I am not sure how to answer that question myself. Haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet in Sunway Pyramid. I don't know why but we just did it. We spent almost 4 hours there doing nothing there but eating and shopping. Well, Sunway Pyramid is a shopping heaven right? I just happened to bump into Ching Wen, Samantha and Shu Wen there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during those 4 hours that I found out unique and funny things about Cai Ping that I never knew before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Princess 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She loves bubble tea. (Who doesn't right?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Her pearly whites are perfectly straight.&lt;br /&gt;3. Her jaw &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;drops &lt;/span&gt;when seeing a banner offering manicure. (At least my jaw doesn't drop =P)&lt;br /&gt;4. She is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; undecided over what to buy. She can't even decide whether to buy dark gray or light gray. (No comment)&lt;br /&gt;5. Her handwriting is beautiful. At least it is nicer than my cakar ayam writing!&lt;br /&gt;6. She claims that she buys cheap stuff from the 'pasar malam' but she is wearing a MNG shirt and holding an original Roxy bag and purse. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;7. She is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with cardigans. If you don't know what you should buy for her birthday, buy a cardigan. (I think I will get her one)&lt;br /&gt;8. She brings a pair of slippers in her bag when she goes shopping.&lt;br /&gt;9. She is scared of the escalator and prefers to take the lift instead. It takes her about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 seconds&lt;/span&gt; staring at the escalator before she steps foot on it. She claims that she is being "careful". LOL!&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least, she parts her hair towards the right. I normally won't notice because she clips her fringe up but today she left it down. (I probably don't say this very often but in my opinion she looks better without clipping her fringe up. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies and when it does, it flies fast! Time came when we had to part. My heart felt heavy during then. There is this BM saying that "setiap pertemuan akan diakhiri dengan perpisahan" (Sorry, I don't know how to translate that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I will have to wait for another year.*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-786569612201411535?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/786569612201411535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/fatigue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/786569612201411535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/786569612201411535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-2601908474205804439</id><published>2009-11-18T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:27:36.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x0x0</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are the pictures of Elize's birthday party. We celebrated it in the school canteen. When she came to school, Marsya "invited" her to the toilet while waiting for Jessica to come with the cake. We blindfolded her with Yen Li's school tie. I wonder what she was thinking when we did that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOsqUhT22I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ejKgg9B4MeM/s1600/2009_1116Nov15-170047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405353820837632866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOsqUhT22I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ejKgg9B4MeM/s320/2009_1116Nov15-170047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOspymMEXI/AAAAAAAAASI/l8B-7wL3tlc/s1600/2009_1116Nov15-170035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405353811731288434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOspymMEXI/AAAAAAAAASI/l8B-7wL3tlc/s320/2009_1116Nov15-170035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOspnDrgwI/AAAAAAAAASA/iEgj5GoCYAk/s1600/2009_1116Nov15-170045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405353808633758466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOspnDrgwI/AAAAAAAAASA/iEgj5GoCYAk/s320/2009_1116Nov15-170045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhxobTrnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/01h_6CG4QzA/s1600/2009_1116Nov15-170046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341851812343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhxobTrnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/01h_6CG4QzA/s320/2009_1116Nov15-170046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhxAF-JQI/AAAAAAAAARw/V1-TTdaisO4/s1600/2009_1116Nov15-170057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341840985433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhxAF-JQI/AAAAAAAAARw/V1-TTdaisO4/s320/2009_1116Nov15-170057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everybody in the picture :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341829640728322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhwV1LrwI/AAAAAAAAARg/zAR3xzl0GbE/s320/2009_1116Nov15-170059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marsya eating "sour+" sweets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhw4FlM_I/AAAAAAAAARo/85pSTPk4eeg/s1600/2009_1116Nov15-170058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341838836315122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhw4FlM_I/AAAAAAAAARo/85pSTPk4eeg/s320/2009_1116Nov15-170058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How about Vi Vien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhvxk8OWI/AAAAAAAAARY/sN24DL9d5xs/s1600/2009_1116Nov15-170063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341819908929890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOhvxk8OWI/AAAAAAAAARY/sN24DL9d5xs/s320/2009_1116Nov15-170063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally me! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It happened to be the last day of school for my class. Only 13 people came and it felt like the whole school was our school. =) Anyway, the class banjir again and evrybody did a group hug (sorry, no picture because I was involved too! =P). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x0x0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-2601908474205804439?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2601908474205804439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-promised-here-are-pictures-of-elizes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2601908474205804439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2601908474205804439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-promised-here-are-pictures-of-elizes.html' title='x0x0'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SwOsqUhT22I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ejKgg9B4MeM/s72-c/2009_1116Nov15-170047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4442058311291476668</id><published>2009-11-18T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:59:39.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Elize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Celebrated her birthday in school. It was a surprise party. She didn't even expect it! She was so terharu and cried a little. (I am a little bit lazy to upload pictures now and the internet is extremely slow. Anyways, I will upload it later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to be the last day of school for my class. I am going to miss afternoon session and waking up late in the morning. I don't know how I am going to wake up in time for school next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck to all SPM candidates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4442058311291476668?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4442058311291476668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4442058311291476668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4442058311291476668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-204109511578809362</id><published>2009-11-14T10:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:48:26.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate last days</title><content type='html'>Thursday was the last day of school. Well, technically it is because SPM exams are just around the corner and we have to take turns to go to school. Mine will be on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my classmates of 2 Delta. Since it is the last day of going to school in the afternoon, I will not be able to see them since there will be streaming in Form 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how I spent my last day of school. Went in to the beautiful 2 Delta class and played The Game of Life. While we were playing the head prefect announced on the PA system for everybody to go to the hall. Waited in the hall for Puan Sakina to come. They had some performances in store for students to watch. I went up the stage to got my medal. Finally finished at 4pm. Everybody rushed to the canteen. It was chaotic. It took me 15 minutes just to buy my Nasi Lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went back to class at around 4.35 and Puan Sadhana was already there with a stack of magazines. Yay! We were getting our Gemala (school magazine). After receiving my Gemala, I quickly opened the book and flipped through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flipping, we all played 'Cho Tai Tee'. Then, it started to get boring so we played Cheat instead. Still boring so we continued playing 'Cho Tai Tee'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4riOOAJAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Qx2D0n-8zeg/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403804469823546370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4riOOAJAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Qx2D0n-8zeg/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing the game of Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4rh9nmHOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X1vPHbBmdNA/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403804465367489762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4rh9nmHOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X1vPHbBmdNA/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yen Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4rhQvu-NI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TbUHON4nYXU/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403804453322029266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4rhQvu-NI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TbUHON4nYXU/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shy Jessica and Marsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4rhFYIH3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aUwpdj8QTLk/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403804450270224242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4rhFYIH3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aUwpdj8QTLk/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting our Gemala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4rg4KkwNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hijUulJ-tE8/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403804446723719378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4rg4KkwNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hijUulJ-tE8/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l3v58-dI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W469QMUtpU8/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403798242573744594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l3v58-dI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W469QMUtpU8/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403798209396141762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l10Ty7sI/AAAAAAAAAPg/77J1sR45MAw/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Busy reading Gemala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l3OUgC-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Vc04aGDXffo/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403798233558289378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l3OUgC-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Vc04aGDXffo/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yen Li and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l2vk4lpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/W-SqeUAm0RE/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403798225305507474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l2vk4lpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/W-SqeUAm0RE/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l2MeY_VI/AAAAAAAAAPo/HgqrvuPKBmY/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403798215883029842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4l2MeY_VI/AAAAAAAAAPo/HgqrvuPKBmY/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4faFagdII/AAAAAAAAAPY/0fA5enhlv2I/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403791135881589890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4faFagdII/AAAAAAAAAPY/0fA5enhlv2I/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4fZss88DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sF5hANe-fV4/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403791129248067634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4fZss88DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sF5hANe-fV4/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403785969827816658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4atYXTpNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0O4x86s8UQs/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing Cho Tai Tee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4fZWH0Z8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/iQZI-WI6K9A/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403791123186739138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4fZWH0Z8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/iQZI-WI6K9A/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ainaa' and Marsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4fYjZNwoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/M9Uk8khJj7E/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403791109569495682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4fYjZNwoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/M9Uk8khJj7E/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The serious Vi Vien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10 minutes before the last bell that I will hear in the afternoon session, everybody said their goodbyes. The class was full of hugging and the whole class banjir because we cried too much. We sang "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada before going home. I don't know why my class likes that song so much. Anyway, I sang along too. In fact, I am listening to it while typing this out. It is a great song. The more you hear it the more you will get addicted to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp8GAx_xkiQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp8GAx_xkiQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4atJlDlnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1TuiOGZOJVw/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403785965858952818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4atJlDlnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1TuiOGZOJVw/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the girls of 2 Delta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4asmljLkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LYp8pNB0TRc/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403785956465782338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4asmljLkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LYp8pNB0TRc/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shahirah, me and Yen Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4asPtLOzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/J8wasssUNW8/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403785950323751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4asPtLOzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/J8wasssUNW8/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 of us again with Ainaa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4ar4KnQ0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3JkCOyWN_lo/s1600-h/2009_1112F2LastDay0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403785944004772674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4ar4KnQ0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3JkCOyWN_lo/s320/2009_1112F2LastDay0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~.~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crying now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-204109511578809362?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/204109511578809362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-last-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/204109511578809362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/204109511578809362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-last-days.html' title='I hate last days'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4riOOAJAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Qx2D0n-8zeg/s72-c/2009_1112F2LastDay0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-2798660692583496703</id><published>2009-11-14T09:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:38:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>I was in Sunway Pyramid on 1 November with my friends. For what? Class party!! This year my class decided to have it in Subway in Sunway on Sunday. Cool huh? It was just a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Well, first I went to Elize's house because her mom was supposed to send me there. Then her mom went to pick Vi Vien and Yen Li up. First thing we did when we went there was check out where Subway was. After that we stopped by at Etude House and try on all the nail polish. We met up with Marsya and Jessica there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for teacher at Subway. She is one late person. Then she came in with her daughter. Waited for like 15 minutes before we could get our food. I don't know what I ate that day but it was delicious. I wanted to go for seconds but I was too full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4Wf-NqMVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xB1pgMDV9KU/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403781341423219026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4Wf-NqMVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xB1pgMDV9KU/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4WfQbWuDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/F6-O06abI_A/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403781329132632114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4WfQbWuDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/F6-O06abI_A/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VO8Q4hPI/AAAAAAAAANw/FL1BLLoHw5I/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403779949330466034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VO8Q4hPI/AAAAAAAAANw/FL1BLLoHw5I/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marsya the cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VOoJ5sdI/AAAAAAAAANo/7fR4l1FbuzI/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403779943932473810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VOoJ5sdI/AAAAAAAAANo/7fR4l1FbuzI/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessica the sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VOLzeK4I/AAAAAAAAANg/cj6tntOucas/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403779936322202498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VOLzeK4I/AAAAAAAAANg/cj6tntOucas/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessica and Elize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VN6r3ypI/AAAAAAAAANY/CmxkjvF4l3o/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403779931726924434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VN6r3ypI/AAAAAAAAANY/CmxkjvF4l3o/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shahirah the funky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SSWEnK2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/As8mBO_zBzU/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403776709263043426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SSWEnK2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/As8mBO_zBzU/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yen Li the funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SRx7HLuI/AAAAAAAAANI/vuTy5eJHIOs/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403776699559522018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SRx7HLuI/AAAAAAAAANI/vuTy5eJHIOs/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vi Vien the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SRpCmM_I/AAAAAAAAANA/6EXermMUfTE/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403776697174995954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SRpCmM_I/AAAAAAAAANA/6EXermMUfTE/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aisyah the wierd but cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SRGaGckI/AAAAAAAAAM4/i1hg9tiseIs/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403776687878337090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SRGaGckI/AAAAAAAAAM4/i1hg9tiseIs/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elize the friendly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SQk1_G-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/TeULB8udwIs/s1600-h/2009_1101F2Classparty0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403776678868491234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4SQk1_G-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/TeULB8udwIs/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture with the class educator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403779950442650226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4VPAaDGnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ir46bwLQg3U/s320/2009_1101F2Classparty0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Leftovers. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't waste food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-2798660692583496703?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2798660692583496703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/leftovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2798660692583496703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/2798660692583496703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sv4Wf-NqMVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xB1pgMDV9KU/s72-c/2009_1101F2Classparty0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4744098736080075212</id><published>2009-10-24T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:53:40.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>System Collapse</title><content type='html'>Finally done with my exams! I am so bored at home. Most of the time just sitting there and doing nothing :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out on last Saturday that I have dengue. I guess the mosquito loves me. Either that or my blood to delicious to resist. I actually had fever since Monday. I didn't know that I had dengue :(  Did blood test last Saturday. The doctor poke my left hand. Cannot find the vein. Poke my right hand. Also cannot find the vein. Finally have to prick my finger. Right ring finger to be more exact. Then mum didn't want to admit me. So, everyday have to go to SJMC and do blood test. All the nurses there also know who I am already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost slept during my Sejarah exam. Eyes cannot open. Luckily I didn't sleep ;)  But in the end I got 91 for Sejarah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at Subang Parade today. Bought some stuff at Body Shop. I didn't use any plastic bags. Being environmentally friendly ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save the trees, stop exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4744098736080075212?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4744098736080075212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/10/system-collapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4744098736080075212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4744098736080075212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/10/system-collapse.html' title='System Collapse'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-7727814932918618910</id><published>2009-10-24T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:41:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration Forms</title><content type='html'>Camp registration forms are out! Finally. After so many months of waiting. In case you are wondering what camp I am talking about, it's the OPYHC camp. The camp I have been waiting for few umpteen months. Why? You get to meet fun people, do fun stuff, and yeah do fun stuff. If you want to read more about my experience there, you can &lt;a href="http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-5.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading my experience there, follow these steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: If you think you will like it there, please convince your parents to go for the camp (since they will be paying for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Contact me. Either via cbox or commenting or call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: I will give you the registration form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Think about going for the camp. Think carefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Give me back the form before 30 November 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Invite your friends.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to see you at camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-7727814932918618910?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7727814932918618910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/10/registration-forms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7727814932918618910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7727814932918618910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/10/registration-forms.html' title='Registration Forms'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4873492829364605509</id><published>2009-09-21T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:51:06.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Full of Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>As I am sitting in the dark brown chair in front of the computer, the noise of the construction just outside my house came flooding into my ears. Even the vibration that is produced by the huge orange machines was getting on my nerves. I decided to take a break from whatever I was doing and took a nap. It was in this nap that I got up and said why don't I just get this done and over with. So, here I am sitting in front of the computer again and doing what I am supposed to do….…updating my blog and typing what I did for my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date was 23rd August 2009. As I am in the red and white Air Asia plane, I was sitting down and listening to the in-flight music while reading the in-flight magazine thinking what I will be doing in Sandakan for the next one week with my family and Isabelle's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around three hours later, we had touched down at the Sandakan airport and getting ready to collect our luggage. We then met our driver, Mr. Stanley, who took us around Sandakan in his green and white van. He then dropped us off at Swiss-Inn Waterfront Hotel to check in and get ourselves ready to go sightseeing around Sandakan. First stop was the Saint Michael's &amp;amp; All Angles Church where we snapped a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2hnDLGVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s8mlqCvLfPg/s1600-h/14+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383761461846415698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2hnDLGVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s8mlqCvLfPg/s320/14+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then went to the Sepilok Orang Utan Conservation Centre where we had to wait for one whole hour just to see three orang utans during their feeding time. Aunty Yee Yin then asked the receptionist how come there were so few monkeys. The reply that we got was because the time that we went was fruiting season and so the orang utans will go to find their own food. How unlucky! We were waiting there for one hour under the hot and scorching sun just to see three orang utans! Later during the night, we all went out to eat dinner at Happy Seafood Restaurant. The food there was tasty! Sorry, I did not take photos of the food as I was hungry and the food smells nice too! Day 1 in Sandakan ended on a high note and everybody went back to the hotel with good food in their stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on the 24th August 2009 in a joyful mood as I was looking forward to going to Kundasang. Little did I know that the breakfast offered by the hotel was going to be horrible. Left the hotel in a not so high note and off to Kundasang. On the way there, we stopped by at the Labuk Bay Proboscis Monkey Sanctuary. Proboscis monkeys are actually monkeys with long and red noses covering their mouths. By the time we arrived there, it was feeding time and we got to see the monkeys eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2GklOiWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8Zy_SQeywto/s1600-h/14+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760997327472994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2GklOiWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8Zy_SQeywto/s320/14+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2GEICbSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qQPBvWyO2Fo/s1600-h/14+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760988615109922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2GEICbSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qQPBvWyO2Fo/s320/14+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2Fj3entI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0JZ4tlELM6c/s1600-h/14+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760979955719890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2Fj3entI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0JZ4tlELM6c/s320/14+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that it was all sitting in the van and doing nothing except sleeping, talking to each other, and well sleeping again. Stopped half way at Telupid for some lunch and got in the van doing the same thing again. Had a five hour drive from the Proboscis Monkey Sanctuary and by the time we reached Kundasang was around 5pm. We all stayed at Kinabalu Pine Resort. If that name sounds familiar to you, the last time we went to Kundasang, which was in March, we stayed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2E98LetI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RWYqKoGqoAU/s1600-h/14+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760969774889682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2E98LetI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RWYqKoGqoAU/s320/14+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the time we reached the Resort, the wind was so strong and the weather was so cold. Ate steamboat at the cafeteria and went back to the room and sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache and vomited out my dinner. After that, my mum gave me a hot Milo and I went back to sleep with the pain gone. My mum is the best doctor ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 in Sabah started with having bread and Milo in the cafeteria for breakfast. We then went back to our respective rooms and got ready to go to Kota Kinabalu. By the time I finished packing it was about 9.30am. Since the van was expected to arrive at 11am, I just went back to sleep while my mum went to talk to Aunty Yee Yin. When I woke up, everybody was ready to go and somehow Isabelle was in my room. Aiyah, I was the last to get ready! So, I rushed to get into the van and watched a video with Isabelle. It took us 2 hours to go to Kota Kinabalu. When we reached Kota Kinabalu, we knew the exact place to go for lunch - Ridge Café! Met Uncle Ronnie again and begin to eat the food that was prepared for us. On that day, we had steam patin fish with mango, kangkung with belacan, rendang chicken, fried chicken, and potato chicken. Yummy and delicious! As usual, the food was too tempting to resist until I forgot to take photos of it. For those of you visiting Kota Kinabalu, you should eat there. The address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridge Cafe&lt;br /&gt;PH 18-19, Lot 9, Ground Floor,&lt;br /&gt;Kepayan Ridge, Commercial shop,&lt;br /&gt;88100 Penampang, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check in at Imperial International Hotel and did some shopping at Warisan Square. Had dinner and Day 3 ended with watching CSI: Miami. Another good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Woke up with panda eyes today as we had to leave early - I woke up early and had breakfast, which was Maggi Mee in the room. Left the hotel at 8.45am for the Maliau Basin Conservation Area. The drive from Kota Kinabalu to Maliau Basin is around 308 km and takes around 6-7 hours. We stopped by at Keningau for coffee break and some last minute groceries before proceeding to Nabawan, a small town for lunch. Lunch was mee fried with wild boar meat and pucuk-paku fried with belacan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2ETJKAyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KcUcnKpkUQU/s1600-h/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760958286594850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2ETJKAyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KcUcnKpkUQU/s320/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road from Kota Kinabalu leading to Keningau was scenic – at certain stretch, we could see the Crocker Range below us. 65 km before Maliau Basin, the road changed from the normal tar road to gravel as the road is used by the loggers and timber lorries. According to our driver, those who want to go to Maliau Basin must use a 4 wheel drive. Otherwise, one will be stuck and have to end up pushing the car for the rest of the journey. The road was so bumpy that I ended up swinging from one side of the car to the other. I had to cling on to the handlebars so that I will not swing to the other side. Finally we reached the checkpoint of Maliau Basin. Just when I thought that the ride was over, the person at the checkpoint said that there was another 20 km to Agathis Camp! This time it really was a roller-coaster ride. The road (there were actually no roads) is not gravel but dirt and mud! Finally, we reached the Agathis Camp, one of the many campsites in Maliau Basin. We were supposed to walk into the camp because cars are not supposed to go in. We walked for less than 60 seconds to reach Agathis Camp to meet my dad. Around 10 seconds from the start of walking, Isabelle showed me a leech that Ingrid almost stepped on. This place is full of leeches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much hugging and talking with my dad and Uncle Foo (which I have not seen for four days) we left Agathis Camp to the Maliau Rim Observatory Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0wzP4qzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bf-bhuIwmvY/s1600-h/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383759523795741490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0wzP4qzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bf-bhuIwmvY/s320/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0wc02ARI/AAAAAAAAALw/4EgwvXtGFfw/s1600-h/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383759517776740626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0wc02ARI/AAAAAAAAALw/4EgwvXtGFfw/s320/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0v4t9h4I/AAAAAAAAALo/WXKU3RMDsAU/s1600-h/DSCF2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383759508084197250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0v4t9h4I/AAAAAAAAALo/WXKU3RMDsAU/s320/DSCF2834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was here that my trip and my life took a turn. As only the tower had phone lines, it was here that everybody started to check their handphones for missed calls and sms. Then my mum got a sms that said "hei, dad just passed away". That simple and short message just changed everything. My mum told Aunty Yee Yin that there would be a change of plans and we were required to go back to KL. Mum went to the administrative office and made the bookings via the internet for our flight back the next day. We drove to the Maliau Basin Studies Centre, where we were for the night and checked out our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facilities at the Studies Centre were not bad and better than I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0vbHo1hI/AAAAAAAAALg/XJVpFDRl89s/s1600-h/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383759500138829330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0vbHo1hI/AAAAAAAAALg/XJVpFDRl89s/s320/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0u9x_FMI/AAAAAAAAALY/tySuODwxtXc/s1600-h/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383759492263384258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb0u9x_FMI/AAAAAAAAALY/tySuODwxtXc/s320/2009_0828Sabah-Aug0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only setback was not having a water heater and the generator will be switched off for sometime during the night. So, I went and bathe in the icy cold water. It was cold initially and after a while I got used to it. Syok! Dinner was ok, edible and better than what I had expected. Said our goodbyes to Isabelle and family as they were staying back in Sabah to enjoy the rest of the trip. After dinner, my family went for a night drive. I saw three ‘musangs’, a mousedeer and a porcupine. Went back to the room and packed up my things to go home the next day. According to my dad, the generator was switched off at about 11pm and it was pitch black. I could not even see my hand even though it was right in front of my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - I had to wake up early this morning as breakfast was at 7am. So, I woke up at 6.15am! I went for breakfast like a grumpy old lady, demanding for some more sleep. My wish was granted because I had 6-7 more hours of sleep as I would be in the car most of the time, travelling back to Kota Kinabalu. As usual the road out of Maliau Basin was bumpy and ya, you know it. I don't have to explain it all over again, do I? Reached Kota Kinabalu at around 2.30 pm. Went to the hotel to collect our bags (we dropped it off at the hotel earlier) and checked with the hotel whether they had a half-day room service. It turned out that they do have – so we stayed in the room until 5pm and left for the airport. My flight back to KL was supposed to be at 7.30pm but mum managed to get us all on an earlier flight as there were available seats after checking with the check-in counter staff. We were told to board immediately as our flight was at 6.40pm and it was 6.10pm at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip ends here. After 5 hours, I am still sitting in the dark brown chair in front of the computer. This time not to complete what I was supposed to do 5 hours ago but to think of what to do next. The noise and the vibration of the construction is still heard and felt. I did not have to think of what to do next as I had to leave now to pay my last respect to my beloved maternal grandfather who passed away at the age of 98 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest in peace 'Kung kung'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~-~-~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4873492829364605509?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4873492829364605509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-full-of-highs-and-lows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4873492829364605509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4873492829364605509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-full-of-highs-and-lows.html' title='Life is Full of Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Srb2hnDLGVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s8mlqCvLfPg/s72-c/14+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4662690215376549437</id><published>2009-07-25T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:33:29.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Mini Olympics</title><content type='html'>I do not really know how to start this post. Hi? I guess I will just start with a hi. It has been a long time since I updated my blog. I am updating it now to tell you about the recent netball competition that I joined. It was held on the 22nd and 23rd of July 2009 at the Kelana Jaya Multipurpose Complex. A team of 9 of us went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to the results, I would like to tell you about my training. Actually, we did not have any training before this competition as the notice only came a few days before the competition day. We actually wanted to do our training on Friday (17th July) but Puan Sa (afternoon advisor) did not give us her approval for us to train during school hours. Then came Monday, Puan Sa had already given her approval to train but Puan Su was not in school. So we wasted another day. On Tuesday, which was 1 day before the competition, all seems to be going well for us to train. The weather was fine, Puan Sa gave her approval, and Puan Su came to school. All of a sudden, they had this "latihan kebakaran" and all the students were supposed to go to the field to listen to a speech given by a fireman and watch a fire fighting demonstration. It was boring although I know that it is important incase anything happens. Besides that, I could not even hear what the fireman was talking about. It is not because the school did not provide a microphone, they did but the speakers were too soft. So, there goes another day of training. Wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So with no training, how are we going to win? It does not help with players that are still new to the game. Luckily, Shah and I represented the district so we still had little hope. Just a little hope. On Wednesday, the team assembled at he school canteen at 7.30 am. Left school at about 7.45 am. Puan Su thought that we were already late but when we reached there, only 3 teams were there! The first game was delayed as usual. It was only played at about 9am when it was supposed to start at 8am. We found out that we were drawn in group D against SMK Bukit Jelutong, SMK USJ 23, SMK Puchong Perdana, and SMK Subang Jaya. Our team warmed up as usual and got ready for our first game against SMK Bukit Jelutong. We waited and we did not get called to play our first game. Puan Su when and ask the people in charged and said that SMK Bukit Jelutong did not come for this competiton. We were happy that we didi not have to play our first game so soon. After waiting for about 1 hour plus, we warmed up again and prepared to play our next game against SMK Puchong Perdana. Puan Su put Shah as GS, Ain as GA, MC as C, Shar as GD and me as GK. The combination did not turn out to be good as we lost this game 7-2. Anyway, we were not working together as a team. For the next game against SMK USJ 23, Puan Su changed Shar to GA and Maine was given a chance to play GD. It turned out to be a close fight but we eventually lost 3-2. Puan Su said that this time our combinations were working and we were all working together. For our next game, the line up was the same. We were up against SMK Subang Jaya. They are our neighbours. We must not lose to them and we did not. We won 7-3. Yay! We were through to the quarter finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we gathered at school again. We were drawn in group Y with SMK Subang, SAMTAJ, and SMK Alam Megah 2. First game was against SAMTAJ. They are known to be one of the strongest teams. We went down 16-1. Next was against SMK Subang which we lost 12-6. Then we were up against SMK Alam Megah 2. We drew 7-7. With our results, we did not qualify for the semi finals. In the end, SMK TTDI Jaya beat SAMTAJ in the final 11-9. It was a closely contested match. In the end, My team got 7th place. Considering that we did not practice, it was a good result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think our team did a great job. We played our best but our best was not enough. We can always try again next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4662690215376549437?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4662690215376549437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/07/netball-mini-olympics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4662690215376549437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4662690215376549437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/07/netball-mini-olympics.html' title='Netball Mini Olympics'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-1120723538541906035</id><published>2009-06-10T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:16:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb (Part 5)</title><content type='html'>As a reminder, please read my whole experience in Sabah from bottom to top. Go to the earlier post (Part 1) and start reading from there.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 (19 Mar 2009) - It is my fifth day in Sabah. We hired 3 taxis that took us to the Ridge Café for lunch as we needed to collect our laundry that was sent the earlier for washing. After the yummy lunch of steam fish-head (with sour mango) we head back to Warisan Square more shopping. Moving around in Kota Kinabalu with a car is rather inconvenient and the taxis do not use the meters. I bought a few t-shirts and later in the evening, we walked to Sedco Square for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 (20 Mar 2009) - Began the day with breakfast and did some more shopping. I bought a few books at the Times Bookstore. We walked to the famous Handicraft Centre despite our aching legs. In the evening, we went for dinner with Uncle Alex at the New Group Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 (21 Mar 2009) - My last day in Sabah. I am kind of sad because I will be leaving this place soon although it has been a week I am in Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9rhdvsf3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bkNMr6hSgEA/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345609505376599922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9rhdvsf3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bkNMr6hSgEA/s320/2009_0404KK0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passing time at the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9rhAM4CfI/AAAAAAAAALI/KZetfYf9sOE/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345609497445927410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9rhAM4CfI/AAAAAAAAALI/KZetfYf9sOE/s320/2009_0404KK0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9rg4QnmvI/AAAAAAAAALA/2GECW4wYihA/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345609495314143986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9rg4QnmvI/AAAAAAAAALA/2GECW4wYihA/s320/2009_0404KK0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So far, it has been an unforgettable trip for me. Now, I have the experience of climbing Mt Kinabalu, the joy of reaching the peak, going to the Hot Spring, and staying a night at Kundasang. It has certainly been an eye opener for me because I get to see cultures that were different than mine and people who were very friendly. Where can you get that in KL? All I can say is that it is worth all my money I spent there and like the saying goes….."Money cannot buy everything" and "Experience is the best teacher".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-1120723538541906035?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1120723538541906035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1120723538541906035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1120723538541906035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-5.html' title='The Climb (Part 5)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9rhdvsf3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bkNMr6hSgEA/s72-c/2009_0404KK0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-9053848352248421758</id><published>2009-06-06T18:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:12:21.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>Day 4 (18 Mar 2009) - This is not exactly the climb anymore. This is after the climb where we moved on to Poring. Poring is in the lowlands, a complete contrast to the Kinabalu Park. I was staying at the Serindit block in room 7 at the Poring Hot Spring Resort. It is not a room but a dormitory for 10 people. I was staying there with my family, Isabelle, and Ingrid. The effects of the climb have started to kick in - everyone complained about the pain either on their thighs or calf. I didn't have much problem because I have got used to it. Often it happens to me because I play basketball and netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9oxFhfxrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NmI4W6x_Qp4/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345606475217618610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9oxFhfxrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NmI4W6x_Qp4/s320/2009_0404KK0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Staying at the Serindit block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9ow5KeRXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZEk3qkyQpoQ/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345606471899825522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9ow5KeRXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZEk3qkyQpoQ/s320/2009_0404KK0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dorm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9oSeGjGUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aTSFBlRLhqc/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605949239531842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9oSeGjGUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aTSFBlRLhqc/s320/2009_0404KK0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabelle, my sis, me Ingrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9oSIfBKMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0_0WRi1zqas/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605943436585154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9oSIfBKMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0_0WRi1zqas/s320/2009_0404KK0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345607314574810514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9ph8X2HZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xxxKNF7OGDw/s320/2009_0404KK0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Having difficulty climbing steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After breakfast, we went to the Hot Springs to soak away the sores and aches of muscles after the climb in the hot sulphuric minerals of the spring .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9nk1mT1PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Dt9HrPth1v4/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605165272782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9nk1mT1PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Dt9HrPth1v4/s320/2009_0404KK0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the hot spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 12.00 noon, we packed our stuff and took a van back to Kota Kinabalu. On the way, we stopped by at Nabalu Market again. This time, we were here for some durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9nkqaSmfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Dr814LLHWvU/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605162269579762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9nkqaSmfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Dr814LLHWvU/s320/2009_0404KK0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9nkSgKXUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/08nyBlavpZo/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605155851754818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9nkSgKXUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/08nyBlavpZo/s320/2009_0404KK0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying the Sabah durian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We drove to Uncle Ronnie's café and had lunch there. Uncle Ronnie's café is called the Ridge Café. I can tell you that the food there is delicious because Uncle Ronnie is a good cook. If you ever go to Kota Kinabalu, you should stop by at the Ridge Café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9m4gHCKgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/x15KWKo6pWM/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345604403590212098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9m4gHCKgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/x15KWKo6pWM/s320/2009_0404KK0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9m4cKlUtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7QN-eFW9hBo/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345604402531357394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9m4cKlUtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7QN-eFW9hBo/s320/2009_0404KK0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chef-Uncle Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9mM0gxtdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X9_4J00gxP4/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345603653152650706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9mM0gxtdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X9_4J00gxP4/s320/2009_0404KK0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet sour succulent prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9mMoc8EHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/O0-bf0NjEOc/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345603649915326578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9mMoc8EHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/O0-bf0NjEOc/s320/2009_0404KK0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite snack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9loMppkmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IDChm262nUk/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345603023977157218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9loMppkmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IDChm262nUk/s320/2009_0404KK0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steam fish – teo chew style &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9ln72C0VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BCQaqYrNL14/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345603019465740626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9ln72C0VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BCQaqYrNL14/s320/2009_0404KK0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‘Kam heong’ crab &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9lnkAiHwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cRaG3Sn2vfQ/s1600-h/2009_0404KK0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345603013067284226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9lnkAiHwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cRaG3Sn2vfQ/s320/2009_0404KK0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‘Kam heong’ crab &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After filling our stomach with all the yummy food, we went straight to Imperial International Hotel, Kota Kinabalu, where we stayed for the rest of our trip. It is located at Warisan Square and opposite Centrepoint. The rooms were nice, well kept, and newly refurbished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After settling into the hotel, Isabelle, Ingrid, Aunty Yee Yin, mum, my sister, and I went ‘jalan-jalan’ in Warisan Square to explore the place. We went despite our legs were still aching from the climb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-9053848352248421758?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9053848352248421758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9053848352248421758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9053848352248421758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-4.html' title='The Climb (Part 4)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Si9oxFhfxrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NmI4W6x_Qp4/s72-c/2009_0404KK0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-5614802961870092524</id><published>2009-06-05T18:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:23:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>Day 3 (17 Mar 2009) - I woke up at 1.30 am. Yup! That's right. 1.30 in the morning. Why? Those who wanted to climb to the summit of Mt Kinabalu had to leave early so that we can get to see the sunrise and it would not be too hot during the climb when the sun is up. Ate some snacks to get some energy and was ready for the climb. I had to wear 4 layers of clothes plus a pair of gloves but still felt very cold. We had to have head lights as it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 13 people in my group, 8 tried to conquer Mt Kinabalu. One by one started pulling out because of the level of difficulty of the climb to the summit. At one stage ropes are used to help us over the steeper slopes. Luckily, I had my guide with me. My guide's name is Hanson. There were some parts that were slippery because of the water from upstream. At some parts we would have to climb up almost 90 degrees! The trail was actually not that difficult but because of the thin air that makes it hard to breathe and the cold wind, it was strenuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343783204346670194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijugwPILHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/d-wH8XHg3m0/s320/DSCF1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Half way through the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343783209586400274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijuhDwYHBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gsLPfU4ZwQI/s320/DSCF1910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343783765055332578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijvBZCfYOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/85ODBqg19ik/s320/DSCF1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Climbing slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343783769807703138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijvBqvizGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OdccbsoVSyM/s320/DSCF1916.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 720 meters to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343785194699138658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijwUm4IpmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0WAjmDgEWjU/s320/DSCF1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The landscape of the mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343785200465733666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijwU8W_6CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lDL1JEjiMhc/s320/DSCF1936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sun beggining to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343786157207007714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijxMof5MeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/u4YqOM7eg0k/s320/2009_0404KK0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the rope to ascend and descend on steep slopes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After climbing for 2.72km from Laban Rata, I finally reached Low's Peak at 7.00am. It was not easy though. Without the help and the motivation from Hanson, I would not have made it on my own. I rested at the peak and waited for Ai-Xin, Uncle Foo, my sister, and my dad to reach the peak (yes, 5 of us made it to the peak). I just could not express my joy when I was up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343786160423511170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijxM0exJII/AAAAAAAAAII/9El9KsDxU6o/s320/DSCF1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hooray! we've made it to the peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After spending almost 30 minutes at the peak, we began our descend down to Laban Rata. I finally reached Laban Rata at 9.30am. Took a rest and began our 6 km journey descent to Timpohon gate at 11.00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343786166810515906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijxNMRjGcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8mh2RRVmHGM/s320/DSCF1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy faces descend to Timpohon Gate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through, it started to rain! Nobody expected it to rain because it suddenly rained so heavily. On top of that, we were not even close to Timpohon Gate. I still had 3.5 km more to go - it is a long way down! All of us were soaked wet in the rain despite of out raincoats. My dad and I decided to run down for the remaining 3.5 km. It was a whole lot of fun although the mud was splashing all over. At 4.45pm, I finally reached Timpohon Gate. Could you believe it? I covered a whopping 11.44 km today! I could not believe that I could do so much walking in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344157971876435778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SipDXGFEV0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tlVcGnM_9uo/s320/DSCF2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Heavy raining &amp;amp; at last reahing the Timpohon Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A van took us to the Kinabalu Park HQ, where all 13 of us had our late lunch cum dinner. Finally we received our certificate of achievement from our guide, Uncle Joe. Those that reached the peak had coloured certificates while those who did not make it had black and white certificates with the height they climbed. The coloured certificates cost RM10 while the black and white certificates cost RM1! We then took a van to the Poring Hot Springs. Had no time to explore the place because it was already 8pm when we reached Poring and we all too tired and exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-5614802961870092524?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5614802961870092524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5614802961870092524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5614802961870092524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-3.html' title='The Climb (Part 3)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijugwPILHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/d-wH8XHg3m0/s72-c/DSCF1905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-7445565625931156767</id><published>2009-06-05T17:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:21:12.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Day 2 (16 Mar 2009) - Today, I woke up at 6.00am. It was very cold when I got up. An hour later, after breakfast, we left Kundasang for the Kinabalu. Park HQ. We were given briefing by Uncle Joe on what to expect during the climb. We were also a tag each so that we can be identified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343776632775809970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijoiPOim7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZdJ-G579s8U/s320/2009_0404KK0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gathering at Timpohon Gate before starting the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777683059951442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijpfX1yx1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0cGIXlCQdhA/s320/KK+Trail.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We started our journey up at 8.00am. The starting was not that difficult. It was just like our normal jungle trekking at Bukit Gasing in PJ with a cooler weather. There are 2 trails that lead to the top - the Summit Trail and Mesilau Trail. The Summit Trail which we took, departs from the Timpohon Gate while the Mesilau Trail is a harder trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343778856962716962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sijqjs-BdSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/pvF2-Ksl0bQ/s320/2009_0404KK0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Climbing up Mount Kinabalu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343778860967211842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sijqj74xM0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZrXoYKcI-Vs/s320/2009_0404KK0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can refill your bottle with untreated mountain water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343779613269522434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijrPubneAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/D4Awy_15ouk/s320/DSCF1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 km to go with Ingrid and Ai-Xin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343779621981575794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijrQO4u2nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wCQuF3zXn9c/s320/DSCF1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resting at the hut with Ian and Ai-Xin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343780999836020994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/Sijsgby1MQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IyaC6mK3HHw/s320/DSCF1859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781012259072370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijshKEt6XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KFQk4h6Unl4/s320/2009_0404KK0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781004107335266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijsgrtMRmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/au4RDyjxTTU/s320/DSCF1860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The plants are very different at each zone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, after 6 and a half hour of climbing, I finally reached Laban Rata. We had climbed a total of 6 km from the Timpohan Gate to reach Laban Rata. It is a place for climbers to rest, have food, and stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781930723910834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijtWnnzJLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/stlKLkKU5xQ/s320/DSCF1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Resting while waiting for the group to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781935335572050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijtW4zTglI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y7c-70r4k0Y/s320/DSCF1891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laban Rata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had our lunch there. After eating, I had a stomach ache. So, I just went to the room, where all 6 of us girls are to spend the night, and took a nap. We had dinner at 7.00 pm and went back to sleep at 8.00pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-7445565625931156767?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7445565625931156767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7445565625931156767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/7445565625931156767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-2.html' title='The Climb (Part 2)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijoiPOim7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZdJ-G579s8U/s72-c/2009_0404KK0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-945572412643510693</id><published>2009-06-05T17:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:39:55.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is not about Miley Cyrus’s song. It is about my trip to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah from the 15th -20th March 2009. Sorry, it took me so long to come out with this blog post. I did not have the time to do this because of my school activities &amp;amp; the mid-term exams (which I’m sure all of you, school-going friends faced in the month of May). Since now is the school holidays, I have all the time in the world. Because of this, I believe that time + inspiration = a blog post. I am going to separate this trip into a few parts since I have plenty to write. Part 1 is about what happened on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 (15 Mar 2009) - I went to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah during the March school holidays (i.e. about 3 months ago). I went with Isabelle, Ai-Xin and their families. I started my journey taking a taxi to the LCCT airport. At around 9.10am, I boarded the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343771011898232722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijjbD05T5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tOc9-l7IVP0/s320/2009_0404KK0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Boarding the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At approximately 12.30pm, we reached the Kota Kinabalu International Airport. After lunch, which was fish-paste noodle, we began our 2-hour drive up to Kundasang. Kundasang is situated 6km from the Kinabalu Park HQ and renowned for the temperate vegetables. On the way, we stopped at the Nabalu Market. You can find many handicraft works here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343772121723908386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijkbqP9MSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/srZ2B0o6zYY/s320/DSCF1810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Handicraft works at Nabalu Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343772116534276130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijkbW6psCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OcOuQJhQj94/s320/2009_0404KK0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taken at observatory platform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 5.45pm, we arrived at the Kinabalu Park HQ. It is situated on the southern boundary, at an elevation of 1 563m (5 000ft). Those who are interested to climb Mount Kinabalu are required to register here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabalu Park is Malaysia’s first World Heritage site designated by UNESCO in December 2000 for its outstanding universal values and role as one of the world’ most important biological sites. Mount Kinabalu, the majestic summit of Borneo, is the focal point of the Park and the highest mountain in South East Asia. It is also the highest mountain between the Himalayas and the Snow Mountains of Papua New Guinea. This magnificent granite stands at 4095.2m (13 435ft) above sea level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343773525337539026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijltXHhgdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BqhZtV42oyA/s320/DSCF1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kinabalu Park HQ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the registration, we arrived at Kinabalu Pines Resort, Kundasang where we stayed for the night. I stayed at room D3 with my dad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343774961179370370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijnA8C5I4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/BJxjL_jzdPc/s320/2009_0404KK0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343774963985626786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijnBGf9NqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ge76twgdecM/s320/2009_0404KK0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had steam-boat for my dinner at 7.30pm with everybody else at the restaurant. I went to bed at 10.00pm because I had to get up early the next morning and get ready for the climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-945572412643510693?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/945572412643510693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/945572412643510693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/945572412643510693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-part-1.html' title='The Climb (Part 1)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SijjbD05T5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tOc9-l7IVP0/s72-c/2009_0404KK0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-1634209818458309227</id><published>2009-04-02T09:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:56:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your colours</title><content type='html'>Hei! Yesterday was april fool's day. How was it? I didn't get fooled! Haha. Lucky me. Anyway, this is something that my sister told me. It is kind of funny. It is something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I heard the phone go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green, green, green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;. So, I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;up the phone. I said,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'s there?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you want? Wrong number, lah! Don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purplely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;disturb other people, ok! One more thing. Don't call&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;black!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well, the correct way to say it is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the phone go ring, ring, ring. So, I pick up the phone. I said,"Hello, who's there? What you want? Wrong number, lah! Don't purposely disturb other people, ok! One more thing. Don't call back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting? Maybe you should try picking up the phone like that. I bet the other person on the line will be like "huh?" Try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-1634209818458309227?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1634209818458309227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/04/know-your-colours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1634209818458309227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1634209818458309227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/04/know-your-colours.html' title='Know your colours'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-952089387918990455</id><published>2009-03-13T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:27:13.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup?</title><content type='html'>Hey! I just finished my exam yesterday! School holidays just started. Are you going anywhere this holidays? I'm going to climb Mount Kinabalu. I had to keep fit to be able to climb it. Almost everyday I will either go to the gym or go to Gasing Hill with my family. I hope I can reach the summit. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks before the exam, I went for the MSSS netball competition. It was an honour for me to represent the district and play against all the other districts in Selangor. I representad the Petaling Perdana district. It was a fun experience. On top of that, we came in as the overall runner-up. All of my team mates and coaches jumped for joy. The road to becoming the runner-up was not easy. We practised at SK Hikom three weeks before the competition. If you think that is bad, think again. We had to practice under the hot and burning sun. Well, you know what that means. I got really dark! If you lifted the sleeves of my shirt, you can obviously see the different tone. Whats more, our practice time was 8am-12.30 pm and 2.30pm-6pm. Try standing in the sun in that time of the day! During the competition, my finger got swollen. This was because the ball was coming so fast towards the opponent and I had to block it. I was so lucky that I happen not to position my hand properly in order to intercept the ball. I did touch the ball. Well, that was a wrong move. As the result, the ball just touched the tip of my finger and because it was travelling so fast, my finger went like "crak". I should not even have try to block it and get the injury because the opponent got the ball anyway! I think my finger is ok by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-952089387918990455?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/952089387918990455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/03/wassup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/952089387918990455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/952089387918990455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/03/wassup.html' title='Wassup?'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-3475725185720187912</id><published>2009-01-26T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:16:27.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Princess!</title><content type='html'>Hey, Princess! I just want to wish you happy 15th birthday! Born on the 27th January 1994, she has 2 sisters. Her character is very pleaseant and people always like to be around her. Likes to laugh a lot! It is like laughing is her hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her when I went for a camp last year in December. At first glance, I was like that girl is pretty. When I got to know her more, I discovered that not only she had outer beauty but also inner beauty. I wish I could spend more time with her as we only got to know each other for five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-3475725185720187912?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3475725185720187912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-princess.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3475725185720187912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3475725185720187912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-princess.html' title='Happy Birthday, Princess!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-5821842444137234535</id><published>2009-01-26T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:20:42.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat or not?</title><content type='html'>As I was playing a round of golf with my buddies, we had a conversation. Take a look at our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While walking to the 1st hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MA: Eh, Sue yi, how tall are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 170 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MA: Oh! I'm 3 cm shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 167 cm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MA: Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After teeing off for the 4th hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FL: My sister thinks that she is fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Huh? I think she is even thinner than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FL: Heard that? (talking to MA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MA: (Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: How much do you weigh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MA: Err, 51 kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Not fat, lah! I'm only 1 kg less than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MA: (Poking me with golf club) You thinner than me, lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MA: I'm also shorter than you! Aiyoh! (Walking away to her golf bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FL: At home she always asks me "Am I fat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Say no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FL: She won't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Conversation ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time to read this real conversation I had. It made me reflect back. Why do people always think that they are fat when they are actually not? This was the question I had in my head as I was having this conversation. So, take time to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-5821842444137234535?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5821842444137234535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/fat-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5821842444137234535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5821842444137234535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/fat-or-not.html' title='Fat or not?'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4475460989966987194</id><published>2009-01-26T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:02:15.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='netball'/><title type='text'>Netball competition results</title><content type='html'>After playing netball for a day under the hot sun, I was so tanned. Luckily I did not get sunburned. Anyway, here are the netball competition results. Our first game was against SMK Seafield. We won 8-0. After a long break, we were up against SMK Bandar Puchong Jaya (A). We were trashed 2-8 by them. The next game, we bounced back to defeat SMK USJ 4 6-0. We were so happy that we made it to the quarter finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a beautiful Wednesday morning, I suddenly heard the ring of my alarm clock. I was so sleepy. Waking up at 6.15am and distructing my beautiful sleep. I was like, why I am I up so early? Ahh, then I remembered. The quarter finals. When we reached there, we immediately started doing our warm up. Our first game was against SMK Alam Megah 2. We lost 1-6 to them. We also lost the naxt game which was against SMK Subang. We were triling behind them for the first half but my team lost steam and finnaly lost to them 3-6. We emerged victorious on our final game which was against SMK Bandar Puchong Jaya (A), which we met on Monday. We won 6-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were packing up, one of the referees told me that I was selected to go for training to select the players for the district team. I was on cloud 9 then. I was required to go for training on Friday. What a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4475460989966987194?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4475460989966987194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/netball-competition-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4475460989966987194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4475460989966987194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/netball-competition-results.html' title='Netball competition results'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-9203539861460811004</id><published>2009-01-26T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:46:52.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='netball'/><title type='text'>Netball Competition</title><content type='html'>My netball team went for a netball competition. It is was on the 19 January 2009. It was held at SK Hicom. My team practiced very hard for it. We started our practice on Thursday and practiced almost everyday until the competition started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am playing for the under-15 group. My position? Well, I was supposed to play GK (Goal Keeper) but since my team's GD (Goal Defence) footwork was bad, I had to take the position of GD. Since my team's GK is a form 1, I had to train her because she is still blur. I don't think that there will be a problem because one of the form 3 girls is a substitute and she is tall. She also plays the position GK. As for the rest of my team, I don't think it will be a problem for them because they have played in competitions before. My teacher will be brought 11 of us there. Our team is made up of 4 form 3's, 4 form 2's (including me), and the others are form 1's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can make it to the finals of this competition because my team has won fourth place in a netball competition before. I don't think it will be easy because there will be schools from the whole of the Petaling Perdana district. Just hoping that my team mates do not sustain any injuries during the competition as every player is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-9203539861460811004?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9203539861460811004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/netball-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9203539861460811004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9203539861460811004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/netball-competition.html' title='Netball Competition'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-8923922101833654912</id><published>2009-01-12T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:40:09.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster</title><content type='html'>Argh! Today my class teacher put me to sit with a boy. His name is Adrian. I am also sitting in front of Bryan Chen. Teacher says that I am too tall to sit in front so she put me to sit with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to put on braces!! I wonder whether it will hurt. I hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got a new hairstyle too! I actually had it few days ago. You won't recognise me with it. Marsya says I look so cool. Well, I am not going to show pictures of my new hairstyle as I want it to be a surprise to those who have not seen me in a long while. Anyway, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-8923922101833654912?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8923922101833654912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/disaster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8923922101833654912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/8923922101833654912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/disaster.html' title='Disaster'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4507580305110393860</id><published>2009-01-11T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:05:02.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Laugh your pants out!</title><content type='html'>Please take test to check how stress are u....The Banana TestThere is a very, very tall coconut tree and there are 4 animals.King Kong, an Ape, an Orangutan and a Monkey pass by.They decide to compete to see who is the fastest to get a banana off the tree.Who do you guess will win?Your answer will reflect your personality.Think carefully . . . Try and answer within 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your answer?&lt;br /&gt;Now scroll down to see the analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is:&lt;br /&gt;Orangutan = you're sick&lt;br /&gt;Ape = you need a break&lt;br /&gt;Monkey = worse, you suppose to be in the hospital right now..&lt;br /&gt;King Kong = I think you better take 1 year leave.........&lt;br /&gt;Why?! ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;A Coconut tree doesn't have bananas!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you're stressed and overworked.Take some time off and relax! ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4507580305110393860?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4507580305110393860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/laugh-your-pants-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4507580305110393860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4507580305110393860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/laugh-your-pants-out.html' title='Laugh your pants out!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-4322472279026715636</id><published>2009-01-11T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:00:07.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School blues.</title><content type='html'>Arrgh! School just started. Still have trouble getting out of bed after all the late nights. I'll have to be blogging less often as I have to concentrate on my studies (to be able to beat Bryan Chen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school just started and I kind of got to meet up with my school friends. Well, being in form 2 this year, I got to bully the form 1. Oh ya, and my class teacher is very very garang! My new class is kind of isolated as it is at the second last block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, going to CF again was cool! For those of you who do not know what CF is, it is the short form of Christian Fellowship. It is some sort of a kokurikulum activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got to go now as I have my sports coming up after this. Oh ya, and Happy New Year, Happy Schooling, and have a productive year ahead! Signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-4322472279026715636?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4322472279026715636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4322472279026715636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/4322472279026715636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-blues.html' title='School blues.'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-727529964168411728</id><published>2009-01-02T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:29:59.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Youth Holiday Camp Photos</title><content type='html'>For more photos, you can go to &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/mobyasel"&gt;mobya's friendster.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-727529964168411728?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/727529964168411728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/727529964168411728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/727529964168411728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-photos.html' title='Youth Holiday Camp Photos'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-3694035268239080162</id><published>2009-01-02T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:28:06.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Youth Holiday Camp (Day 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fifth and final day of the OPYHC 2008. I'm &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so sad&lt;/span&gt; because I have to leave all my friends behind as we go on our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up a little later as I so tired and sleepy. I was not sure what time I woke up. I did not need to wake the other dorm members up as they already up. We did not need to wait for Princess this morning as she got ready 30 minutes before time. Now that’s a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;new record&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily. We had to go to the hall to do our morning exercise. Most of the participants were late but there was no punishment given as the night before we slept late. Today is my group's turn to conduct the morning exercise. Not really interesting though but better than Lilac and Saffron. After the exercise, the instructors did do a punishment on those wearing slippers. We were not supposed to wear slippers during morning exercise. Even some of the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;instructors got punished&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we went to our respective dorms and packed our stuff. Princess struggled to close her luggage bag (it was too fat). Aunty Looi came to our dorm and chit-chatted with us. It was time for us to go to the hall. Princess &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;could not carry her heavy bag down the stairs. Instead, she carried my bag while I carried hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a video about the activities we did. Then, the instructors announced the best group. The best group goes to……..&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; group. Woohoo! My group members jumped for joy! Later, we were presented with certificates and prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we boarded our respective buses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Almost everyone in my bus was tired. So we went to zzZzz. After stopping at a rest area, everybody started to wake up. The bus was full of excitement as we were talking at the top of our voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reached the national museum! Everybody was so happy to see their parents waiting for them. When I boarded off the bus I had mixed emotions. I was happy to see my parents but sad to leave my friends. I still managed to exchange e-mails and phone numbers. The question that everybody was asking each other at that time was "Will you be coming back for camp again next year?" Before going our separate ways and maybe never meet again, I took a few pictures with Princess, Fart Queen, and Sam jie jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286577972665866914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2yqBonWqI/AAAAAAAAABw/2Urbxa_UAiI/s320/100_2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286578304548454786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2y9V_lwYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3y21DFWWUqs/s320/100_2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fart Queen, Sam jie jie, Princess, and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all through this camp, I learned a lot. Plus I also learned to appreciate nature more. In addition, I got to make many &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;lasting friendships (even got to make friends with some of the instructors!). &lt;/span&gt;On the first day, it was all a blur to me. As the days past, it was all so fun! On the last day, it was so sad to see us leaving each other. Adios, my friends! I will always remember you and hope to see you again in the next camp. Hope we can stay in touch! Sayonara!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-3694035268239080162?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3694035268239080162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3694035268239080162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/3694035268239080162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-5.html' title='Youth Holiday Camp (Day 5)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2yqBonWqI/AAAAAAAAABw/2Urbxa_UAiI/s72-c/100_2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-9103597176929258337</id><published>2009-01-02T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:20:35.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Youth Holiday Camp (Day 4)</title><content type='html'>I had a beautiful sleep last night as it was raining the whole night. It was drizzling when we were having our morning exercise. Today I woke up at 5.30am. My dorm had to wake up early as we invited a few of our group members from other dorms to help finish the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the "padang kawat" at 6.55am. Although we were early, we &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;still had to wait for Princess before going there. &lt;/span&gt;Today's morning exercise was conducted by the Turquoise group. For the first time, morning exercise was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, my group was made to do jungle trekking (while G1 and G3 did their kites). We were told to put mosquito repellent as there were many weird insects during the trek. Uncle Jerry also said that, "If you have leech repellent, put it on as there are &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;many leeches&lt;/span&gt;". Although the trek was quite short (about 30 minutes) it was very challenging. We were made to trek up a steep hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some parts, we had to climb up almost &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;90 degrees&lt;/span&gt; only with the help of one rope that everybody was holding onto so that they won't fall. Although there were ropes that you could hold on to, it was very &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;slippery&lt;/span&gt; as it had rained the night before. At times, we had to stop as someone would slip and fall. Towards the end of the trek, it was fairly easy as we just had to walk on a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the hall, everybody started checking for leeches on their legs as we were told that there were many leeches in the jungle. Every now and then you could hear a scream to show that somebody had got bitten by a leech. One girl got bitten by a leech at her calf. It was as &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;big as her thumb&lt;/span&gt;! I was very lucky not to get bitten by a leech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we had free time to prepare for talentime. Talentime is usually held on the last night of camp. We went through a lot of brainstorming just to do the best at talentime. We finally chose to do something like a talent competition American Idol style. As this year's theme was "You are the star", the members of my team agreed to one suggestion. Which was, everybody in the competition was a winner as everyone is the star. We also injected in some humour to make it funny and interesting to watch. We were given extra time to prepare as we could not fly our kites due to bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the most anticipated activity was here. Before starting the talentime, each group has to present their flag to everybody. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Talentime was fun&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was all anxious as we were the first group to perform. In the end, we got good comments from the judges (Uncle Chan, Aunty Jo, and Uncle Chee Seng) and we did not exceed the time limit of 12 minutes. After all the teams had done their performances, all the participants were supposed to vote for the best team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talentime, we had &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us partied the night away. The music was blaring and we danced according to it. Even the instructors danced together with us! We did not feel tired as we had refreshments every now and then. During disco, Princess danced until her &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;feet had blisters&lt;/span&gt;. After she put plaster on her feet, she still wanted to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;disco some more&lt;/span&gt;! She even &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lost her voice&lt;/span&gt; because of the screaming and shouting. We discoed until 1am. When we went back to the dorm, we did not sleep immediately. Instead we were still hyper and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;danced in the dorm&lt;/span&gt; (I was doing most of the dancing with Princess). After dancing in the dorm, Princess realised that she got her voice back. She said "It must be because of dancing in the dorm lah". Then, we chit-chatted a little and went to zzZzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will upload photos later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-9103597176929258337?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9103597176929258337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9103597176929258337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9103597176929258337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-4.html' title='Youth Holiday Camp (Day 4)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-6275224360970698552</id><published>2009-01-02T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:16:16.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Holiday Camp (Day 3)</title><content type='html'>Another day at the Benum Hill Resort. This time I woke up a little later as my friend's alarm clock wasn't working. I woke up at around 6.15am. My whole dorm was supposed to wake up at 5.30am. Well, Fart Queen woke up the earliest that day. When I woke up I looked at the time. I quickly rushed to the toilet. When I came back, the lights were already on (I think Fart Queen switched it on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we had to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wait for Princess&lt;/span&gt;. Because she was in a hurry, she did many funny things. Well, I think you all already know that she takes such a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;long time in the toilet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;First she went in to the dorm and wanted to change her shirt. As she was about to close the door, she realised that she forgot to take her socks. Then she came out with her socks. As she was closing the door, again she realised that she forgot to wear her name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached "padang kawat", we knew that we were late. We quickly ran to the "padang kawat". Many others were late too. We were all made to run around "padang kawat" 5 times. After running around, we had our morning exercise which was organized by the Saffron group. This time exercise was more interesting as we were made to do the "pizza hut" dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During breakfast, we chit-chatted with Sam jie jie (one of the instructors). After breakfast, my group was told to go to the lake side. First, Uncle Jerry taught us the proper techniques of kayaking. After that, we moved on to do water confidence, lake wading, and lake crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286574697796021042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2vrZyzKzI/AAAAAAAAABY/zxx5op8ynNw/s320/100_2468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on, we did kayaking. It was fun. We all got barbecued while doing it. After I came out from the kayak, I checked to see whether I had a tan. And sure enough &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was like an Indian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286575364457341154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2wSNTPoOI/AAAAAAAAABo/qjozHjmjUH4/s320/100_2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286575359993533874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2wR8q_VbI/AAAAAAAAABg/E3qbrzP0_kY/s320/100_2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My group was let off early so that we could clean up before lunch. After lunch, we had to put our creativity to the test. It was time for kite-making! We were supposed to make the kites to fly it the next day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we did some activities like conflict resolution, reflecting on day's activities, and what they did was right. These activities were supposed to reflect on yourselves and others as well. It was quite informative as the instructors used everyday issues, real life stories, and what teens normally do. They also injected some fun in to make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.30pm, we were made to go back to our dorms. The members of my dorm worked together to design our flag. At around 10pm, we went to zzZzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I got another nickname today. Well actually I had three. One of it was CCTV. Well as for the other two, only Princess and I know. So all in all I have the most number of nicknames with a total of 4 of them.      p/s. Two of the nicknames were given by my dorm mates while the other two was given by Princess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-6275224360970698552?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6275224360970698552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6275224360970698552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/6275224360970698552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-3.html' title='Youth Holiday Camp (Day 3)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2vrZyzKzI/AAAAAAAAABY/zxx5op8ynNw/s72-c/100_2468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-1719664152960122566</id><published>2009-01-02T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:57:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is starting!!</title><content type='html'>No!! School is starting! Well, I won't be blogging until school holiday starts again. Need to consentrate on my studies. Anyway, who likes school? Very sad. Signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-1719664152960122566?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1719664152960122566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-is-starting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1719664152960122566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/1719664152960122566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-is-starting.html' title='School is starting!!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-756484569223176285</id><published>2009-01-02T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:07:55.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Youth Holiday Camp (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of OPYHC 2008. I woke up at 5am although morning call was at 6.30 am. Well, I woke up so early, because I wanted to use the bathroom. Based on my past experiences, you have to wake up early in order to get a bathroom or you won't get a bathroom and will be late for morning exercise. Then, I woke the other dorm members up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I had to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;shake Carven's bed&lt;/span&gt; before she could wake up. There was where she got the nickname &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt;. There was another incident where Cai Ping got her nickname too. All of us were done and waited for Cai Ping to get back to the dorm as we had to go to the "padang kawat" for morning exercise dorm by dorm. So we waited and we waited and we waited. Still no Cai Ping. Finally at 6.55am (which was 5 minutes before morning exercise) she came out of the bathroom. Then we told her that we were going to be late. She hurried a little. Then when it came the time for her to wear her shoe, it took like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 minutes to put her shoe on&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, Princess. Because of that we had to run to the "padang kawat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning exercise today was organized by the Lilac group. It was very boring. After breakfast, my group, (G2) was supposed to do obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching the obstacle course, we had to kind of like trek up a small hill. Uncle Song Poh said it was a good warm up. Before starting, the smell of mosquito repellent was lingering in the air. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There were many mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;! Even after we put the mosquito repellent, there were still many mosquitoes biting. It was an itchy experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First obstacle was the vault (sap-sap-sui only lah). Next was the swinging boards. Oooh, how I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;After that we needed to climb the 1.8m wall (aiyoh. Sangat senang lah. I already 1.7m. Jump only can reach lor).&lt;br /&gt;Then I think we did the tunnel crawling. We just had to crawl through a tunnel. Then we did the monkey rack (well, nobody did it).&lt;br /&gt;After that we did the tarzan swing. I liked it. Everybody fell in the water because we did not know how to do it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the commando crawl underneath a wire grating.&lt;br /&gt;After that we had to climb another wall but this time it was a 3m wall. It needs plenty of team work to pass this wall.&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the hole-in-one. We were supposed to go through a big hanging tyre without touching it.&lt;br /&gt;The last obstacle that we had to go through was all aboard. You have to swing from a platform into a tyre. The aim was to get as many people on the tyre without anyone's feet touching the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after finishing the obstacle course, we went back to have lunch. During lunch, everybody in G2 was scratching all over. Very, very itchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a delicious lunch, my group proceeded to do high ropes. It consists of flying fox, abseiling, and burma bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was kind of fun although our bodies were still itchy. Nothing interesting as I have done it before. After that we went to bathe. This time there was enough water. Oh, how refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we did the night walk. We were supposed to walk through the jungle at night and observe the night life. The walk took about 15 minutes. During the whole journey, Princess was with me. She was switching her torch light on and off and held on to my hand so tight. I did not know why (I should have asked her but forgot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10pm the members of my dorm walked back together to CA9. That night we didn't do any talking and had a good night sleep. zzZzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I got my nickname on this day and I am known as the joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will upload photos later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-756484569223176285?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/756484569223176285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/756484569223176285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/756484569223176285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-2.html' title='Youth Holiday Camp (Day 2)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-5009973816839262608</id><published>2009-01-02T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:47:34.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Youth Holiday Camp (Day 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Youth holiday camp is a camp for youths from the age of 9-17 years. This camp is held annually. This year's camp was held at Benum Hill Resort, Pahang (one of the NS sites). This camp was held from the 3-7 Dec 2008. The theme for this year was "You are the star". This is my second year joining this camp but it still is a privilege for me to join this camp. I met many new friends there. I made a few lasting friendships such as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cai Ping a.k.a. Princess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poh Ping a.k.a. Fart Queen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Carven a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At 8.30am a total of 121 participants of OPYHC 2008 gathered at the national museum. It was all a mess. Instructors were giving out the name tags to the participants and we were required to register our names. I was in Pink group and in Bus 1. Finally at 8.45am, we were told to board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the bus, Uncle Albert (one of the instructors) made us introduce ourselves to the whole bus. We were supposed to say our name, age, school, and favourite food. We had a fun time on the bus. Princess said that her favourite food was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;anything edible&lt;/span&gt; (I did not know her then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, we finally reached Benum Hill Resort! We checked in to our respective dorms. I was in dorm CA9 with Princess, Fart Queen, Sleeping Beauty, Kavitha, Daphne, Joyanne, and Ingrid. Each dorm has about 8 people in it. After checking in, we were immediately rushed by the instructors to the "padang kawat" to take group pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286563414970680818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2lap_nRfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YKRFDcrL75Q/s320/100_2441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After photography, we had our lunch. After lunch, we had the theory of how to be a good leader. At around 4pm, we had to choose our group leaders. We were supposed to choose one leader for each day of the camp. We were also told to make our own war cry (war cry is something like a cheer). Later in the evening we had a few tele-matches with the instructors. Now comes an all time favourite, WATER BOMB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286567192033152130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2o2gpezII/AAAAAAAAAAg/v_L8rNsatQU/s320/100_2458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After water bomb, we were required to take our baths. Some of the participants could not take their baths as there was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;no water&lt;/span&gt;! The workers of the camp site forgot to on the tap to the girl's bathroom! There was no water flowing to the tank but there was still a little bit of water left in the tank as the workers had used it earlier. Well I was lucky as I got to take my bath. I rushed to the bathroom as soon as we were allowed to clean up. As soon as I exited the bathroom, I could hear screaming and shouting. The girls which were half way through their baths shouted for the instructors to come and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, we complained to the instructors that there was no water. After dinner, we had our first aid activities. Before that, we were separated into different age groups. I was in G2. It was just the normal things that you normally learn in first aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286567846254122018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2pclz6lCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OF90WoNm-lY/s320/100_2462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286567844327749218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2pceoodmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Qf_wF6uULMg/s320/100_2461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After first aid, we were given a piece of coloured cloth, 2 sets of needles and thread, and 2 marker pens. We were told that we have to design our flags in the most creative way possible with minimal items. We were then told that the water to the bathroom was already turned on. Uncle Chan also said that "If there was not enough water, we would have to use the public toilets!" Then, we were made to go back to our dorms. It was then that we made friends with each other. We chit-chatted in the dorm. And finally stopped talking and went to zzZzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-5009973816839262608?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5009973816839262608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5009973816839262608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/5009973816839262608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2009/01/youth-holiday-camp-day-1.html' title='Youth Holiday Camp (Day 1)'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GllOYVWV0OM/SV2lap_nRfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YKRFDcrL75Q/s72-c/100_2441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-9152959394442523227</id><published>2008-12-24T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:05:13.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is Christmas</title><content type='html'>its Christmas Eve!!! hooray!!!!!!! we wish u a merry christmas, we wish u a merry ch.....sorry about that. i like that song soooooooo much.christmas is wonderful,  awsome and so much more. well.....you know....when i was younger.....i used 2 keep my old sock. i'll write a wish and put it in the sock and guess what? that's right. i'll hang it at the side of my bed. even though i get what i wish 4..... (sigh) things that lil kids believe. well....i guess that's about it. merry christmas &amp;amp; a happy new year. we wish u a ...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-9152959394442523227?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9152959394442523227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-is-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9152959394442523227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/9152959394442523227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-is-christmas.html' title='tomorrow is Christmas'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565815367998538170.post-782361678198852482</id><published>2008-12-13T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:07:17.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Im a newbie in blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tq Cai Ping for decorating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565815367998538170-782361678198852482?l=csueyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/feeds/782361678198852482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/782361678198852482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565815367998538170/posts/default/782361678198852482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csueyi.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Sue Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059049763876187930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
